Chapter 68Zane's pov The anniversary party had drawn half the city into this overpriced ballroom, with crystal chandeliers throwing light across the marble floors and a live band pushing out rhythms that vibrated through my ribs. I leaned against a pillar near the bar, nursing a whiskey that tasted badly. My focus stayed glued to the dance floor where Skylar moved with Jason. She was fit against him like they had practiced this a dozen times in private.Jason’s hand stayed ow on her back, fingers spread wide enough. Every time the music swelled, he pulled her in tighter, pressing his palm into the fabric of her dress until the material shifted under the pressure. I tracked the exact path of his thumb as it traced a slow arc along her spine. Heat crawled up my neck. In my head, I saw myself crossing the floor in three strides, yanking his arm away, and driving my fist straight into that smug jaw until cartilage gave way and blood sprayed across his crisp white shirt.But this wasn’t
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