Bea Paige

My gaze falls onto York who is looking at Sasha like she’s all his dreams come true. I see the admiration in his eyes and interest that has my heart bottoming out. They look good together, his pale skin against her beautiful, silky chocolate shade. Like Ying and Yang. I’m sure they’d make beautiful babies. Jealousy raises its ugly head and I bite down on the inside of my cheek.

“No.” Now his eyes clash with mine, and I swallow hard at the determination I see swimming in the grey-green depths of them. He was always my protector. Always. He seems to be reverting back to that role tonight and a large part of me likes it. Wants it. Needs it, actually.

I watch with a cry trapped in my throat as Dax locks eyes with me then sucks York’s glistening fingers into his mouth