Alexander’s POV
I don’t mean to watch her… or at least, that’s what I tell myself when I find my gaze on her.
The truth is less convincing, though.
Each time Layla walks into a room, my attention automatically drifts to her. Half the time, I don’t realize it until the trance is broken by Camila or someone else speaking to me. During council meetings, while reviewing paperwork, and even during these endless ceremony preparations.
My eyes find her—out of habit, I suppose—but it always happens.
Shaking my head, I watch Layla and Vincent walk through the courtyard discussing something. They’re not especially close, but something inside me prickles at them being together. She’s usually so controlled and closed off that seeing her so relaxed is strange.
I know her too well, or at leas
