Evander's POV
When I heard Claire called Damian Senior had made my skin crawl. I couldn't help the wave of irritation that followed, even though I knew deep down it was pointless. But when I caught her smiling at me, her eyes filled with that mischievous warmth, I realized how ridiculous I must have sounded.
Still, when she teased me about being jealous, I almost laughed. Me? Jealous of Damian? It was impossible—though maybe my overreaction said otherwise.
I had absolute faith in Claire. She had been my anchor during the darkest times, even if she wasn't aware of it. I trusted her so completely that if God Himself came down and claimed she had done something wrong, I wouldn't believe Him.
"No, Claire!" I said, my voice soft but firm as I looked into her eyes. "I might feel insecure sometimes, but jealous? How could I, when you are the mother of my child and the only person I have ever truly loved?"