- A pang of jealousy hit me. Sir Jacob must have forced him to dance with her. I looked at them as they danced. Jude wouldn't stop looking either. I could see him cursing under his breath.
- They were right behind us.
- If Jude's glare was a bullet, Alfred Mercado would have been dead. The way he shot the poor guy a dangerous glare. My stomach churned in anger as I looked at Francesca. She was trying to get Jude's attention by all means. She almost kissed him but he was fast enough to move his mouth away.