Damon stared at his cousin.
The logical, rational part of Damon's brain should have realized that this was a misunderstanding. He should have realized that Camilla was simply talking to his cousin in a public store. He should have dropped his hand and asked a calm question.
But Damon was not rational at the moment. He was deeply poisoned by the intense, burning jealousy over the name Winston. His heart was too full of fear and possessiveness.
Because his brain could not find "Winston," it immediately created a new, even more twisted narrative to explain why his wife was laughing so happily with another man.
Damon's mind came up with a terrible, dark misunderstanding, and he went along with it.
"She is not with Winston," Damon thought to himself, his dark eyes narrowing dangerously. "She is with Allen. My own cousin."
The jealousy did not fade. It mutated. It grew even darker and more violent.
