POV: ALARIC
"I can't stand that woman," I said after a long silence.
"You don't have to stand her, Alaric. You just have to try–at least long enough to survive this." Norlan replied smoothly. "Treat her right enough to keep her happy for the time being. A little effort won't kill you."
I scoffed. "She might."
Norlan chuckled. "Come on, you can handle two women. You always do. Besides, Jasmine hasn't shown any signs of jealousy… yet. She won't care if you throw June a bone now and then. Play your cards right, and she won't mind you spending a minute or two with your lovely little fiancée."
Fuck. I hated this.
I wanted every second, every breath, every heartbeat of mine on this vacation to belong to Jasmine.
I wanted to spend every millisecond with her. Not sharing the few hours we have to be here with that pest.
Speaking of Jasmine… I hadn't seen or felt her around the house for almost an hour. She hadn't even come out of the kitchen to see June.
