'I have this uncomfortable feeling in my chest. What is going on? It…feels like jealousy. But surely not…'
Selene coughed softly, trying to draw Heera Dew's attention back to her.
But the girl didn't even flinch.
Her gaze remained locked onto Ethan, her eyes practically boring holes into him with an intensity that was starting to make Selene's skin crawl.
Selene's jaw clenched as something in her chest twisted uncomfortably.
Her grip on her emotions was slipping, and she felt an unfamiliar heat rise inside her.
She bit her lip, trying to stay composed, but the longer Heera ignored her, the harder it became.
'What the hell is wrong with her? Why does Heera Dew keep looking at Ethan. He is good-looking, but still…'
Selene's mind was racing.
Ethan shifted beside her, clearly sensing the tension in the air.
He kept his posture calm, but Selene knew him well enough to see the slight stiffness in his shoulders and the amusement in his eyes.
