Cyrus dropped his grip on me. Stepping away, he smirked. “Bellamy,” he drawled. “How convenient that you’re here. Your future wife was just sharing how she prefers my company to yours.” “Leave,” Bellamy demanded. How could he remain so calm? Cyrus was taunting him. Trying to provoke him. Cyrus just shrugged. I wasn’t worth the hassle of fighting with the prince. Striding off, I watched as Cyrus glanced back one more time. The look on his face made me want to be sick. He looked pleased with what he’d done.
