Isis’ POV
By the time the thought first formed in my head, it was already too late to stop it.
I wanted to hurt Valeria.
Not in the dramatic, cinematic way people imagined when they spoke of revenge. I did not want to scream at her or humiliate her publicly or rip her hair out. I wanted something quieter. Something that would sit in her chest and rot. Something that would follow her into her bed at night and whisper to her when she closed her eyes.
I wanted to take something she loved.
The jealousy had already eaten me hollow by then. It was no longer ignited by singular moments. It was constant. Persistent. A low burning sickness that never let me rest. Every time Eren mentioned her, every time he cancelled on me because she needed him, every time his voice softened when he spoke her
