Chapter Eighty-Six
Malachi's POV
After watching Alicia and Travis dance, I needed a distraction. Something to keep me from walking onto that dance floor and dragging her away from him. The jealousy burning through me was irrational but consuming.
Sophie found me near the refreshments table, tugging on my sleeve.
"Malachi! Will you dance with me?" She was wearing a pretty purple dress, her hair done up with little flowers woven through it. She looked so young. So innocent compared to the darkness that surrounded this family.
"I don't dance, Sophie."
"Please? Everyone else is dancing and Alicia's busy with Travis. Just one dance?" Her eyes were wide and hopeful.
The hope in her expression made it impossible to refuse. "Fine. One dance."
Her face lit up like I'd promised her the world. She grabbed my hand with both of hers and pulled me toward the dance floor where other couples were now joining in. The formal waltz had ended, replaced by something more upbeat and casual.
