Sylvia's POV
The moment that familiar female voice cut through the crowd, I watched Zane's shoulders stiffen. A visible chill seemed to run up his spine as his head snapped toward the sound.
The crowd followed his gaze, their attention shifting to Chloe who stood at the edge of the gathering. With her delicate features and vulnerable expression—the perfect picture of a wounded mate—she made quite the impression. I could practically feel public opinion shifting again as people realized what was happening.
So much for Zane being the devoted ex-boyfriend making a grand romantic gesture.
Zane shot me a quick, panicked glance. I maintained my amused expression, enjoying watching his carefully orchestrated spectacle crumble. My wolf purred with satisfaction inside me.
He rushed
