Page 75 of Owned By Two

I fell into the seat opposite and nodded to a servant for him to fill my wine glass.

I let out a sigh of content. “Lizzy will be a little late,” I said.

Uhti only nodded.

He hadn’t so much aslooked upat me when I entered the room.

“Is everything… all right?” I asked, tasting the wine and, finding it delicious, gulped down a big mouthful before asking for a refill.

“Of course,” Uhti said sharply. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

I only shrugged my shoulders.

I wasn’t about to let him bring me down.

The evening had begun spectacularly and I wouldn’t let him ruin it.

We sat in silence until Lizzy came and we each got to our feet.

She wore a gorgeous dress with a long train that dragged along the ground behind her.

It was silver and shimmered even with the dim candlelight, and clung to her figure even better than the bathrobe had earlier.

Her hair was done up in a simple style.

I couldn’t believe I was so lucky to have found such a gorgeous female to be my fated mate.

“You look incredible,” I said, reaching out to take her hand.

She didn’t take it and instead performed a twirl and crossed to the other side of the table to Uhti, who instead got to take her hand and then kissed it.

“Thank you,” she said, “for the dress.”

Uhti bowed and waved his arm in a way I had never seen before — I guess it must have been how they addressed royalty or high society types on her home planet of Earth.

I filed it away for later use.

“A dress is merely the icing on the cake,” Uhti said. “It’s the woman wearing it that makes the dress truly beautiful.”

Lizzy giggled and placed her hand on his forearm and leaned into him.

He seemed comfortable with her touch as he bowed his head forward slightly.

Then his eyes flicked up to me and immediately glanced away again.

He pulled back from Lizzy and smiled politely before leading her to her chair at the head of the table and tucking it under her as she sat down.

My mood turned dark as I realized what I had just witnessed.

Lizzy’s touch hadn’t been one of a friendly touch but had lingered… and lingered for far too long for my liking.

And the look on Uhti’s face was one not only of conflict… but disquiet and unease… of a great deal of sadness.

It was confusing and difficult to understand but I thought I read the main thrust of its meaning well enough.

It was printed clearly in his eyes and the way he and Lizzy had smiled at each other.

The blood drained from my face as I realized the significance of it…

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