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"Fuck off, Sinclaire," Keaton growled, not breaking eye contact with me.

Damien chuckled, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Nice to meet you too," he said, giving me a mocking salute. "You taking her to Windsor's solstice bash?" he asked Keaton.

Keaton shrugged, looking irritated. "Fuck if I know."

"Yeah, true," Damien replied. "I doubt I'd want to bring a ball and chain to that party either. Especially not with the orgies and the fucking that goes on." He smirked and skated off, leaving a trail of ice shavings in his wake.

Keaton grunted in frustration and took off after Damien, leaving me standing alone by the edge of the rink. A surge of possessiveness went through me—unexpected and confusing.

I watched them skate away, my thoughts a whirlwind. What was it about Keaton that elicited such strong emotions in me? And why did Damien's words sting more than they should have?

I shook my head, trying to clear my mind. There were too many questions and not enough answers.

And honestly? I shouldn't care. I made my bed. If this was what it looked like, I needed to lie in it.

Chapter 20

Keaton

The last thing I wanted to think about was Windsor's summer solstice party. I had enough on my plate. Stepping off the ice, I loomed over my new wife, her eyes glued to my every move. She tried to look away, but the interest was there. That was enough.

"Come on," I said, heading towards the locker room.

She hesitated but followed, her footsteps quickening to match mine. "Where are we going?" she asked, breathless as she caught up.

"You're going to help your husband undress," I replied without breaking stride.

Her eyes widened. "What?"

I pushed open the door to the locker room and held it for her. "You heard me."

Elodie stepped in, looking around nervously. The scent of sweat and ice filled the space. She avoided eye contact, but I could see the curiosity flickering behind her guarded expression.

"Keaton, this isn't?—"

"Just do it," I interrupted, pulling off my gloves and tossing them aside.

She bit her lip but approached me cautiously. Her hands trembled as she reached for my helmet. She had an issue with unstrapping my helmet, but I didn't offer to help. I waited.

Watched.

Once she finally unstrapped it, she lifted it off with care. The cool air hit my face, and I took a deep breath.

"You're good at this," I said, more to break the tension than anything else.

Elodie’s cheeks flushed. "I’ve had practice."

"Oh, yeah?" I asked, feeling an edge creep into my voice. "You saying you've stripped someone's equipment off before?"

Her hands froze, her eyes darting up to meet mine. The uncertainty in her gaze made something ugly twist in my chest. I'd never felt jealous before, but there it was, gnawing at me like a dog with a bone.

"O-of course not," she stammered, looking away. "You saw the bed this morning."

I couldn't help the bitterness that slipped into my tone. "Just because you were a virgin doesn't mean you haven't done things with anyone else."

Her eyes snapped back to mine, wide and hurt. But all I could think about was the idea of someone else touching her, seeing her like this. It infuriated me.

"No," she said softly, almost pleading. "There's been no one else."

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