ROOSEVELT'S POV

I saw Zyran across the cafe with Elena. He smiled at her while pouring her wine, while he played his cold, detached game with me perfectly. He never even looked at me from across the table.

I took a deep breath and wiped a tear from my cheek.

If he wants to play this game. I thought, my heart turning cold, then I would play it better. I turned away from his table and looked directly at Mateo. I gave him a bright smile.

"You are right, Mateo," I said softly. "He is choosing someone else. And I am done crying over a man who doesn't want me."...