Rhett’s POV
What in the hell do humans do on first dates?
I found myself asking this question about a dozen times since the day I had extended my offer for a date to Eleonore. I would be lying if I said that the sight of her and Bastian sitting and eating together didn’t anger me, even though her friend Amanda was with them.
Why was he so close to her? Why did he have to help her tie her hair up? I know the two of them were close childhood friends, but his actions and words proved that he intended not to stay in this friendly comradery with her for very long.
The very thought of him touching her and holding her made my blood boil. Who did he think he was trying to lay claim to what was mine?
I paused.
What was mine? What was she, something to claim? A part of me agreed. A part of me, the more feral and less human side wholeheartedly agreed that she was mine to claim. The other, more tame and human side-the one Eleonore had come to like- disagreed greatly.