Visaris
Jealousy. The very thought should be beneath me, a sentiment far too petty for someone of my rank. Yet, here I was, fuming silently while Roisin accused me of exactly that. Worse yet, she was right. I was jealous of Olivine, of the ease with which she spoke of him, of the affection that bloomed in her eyes when his name crossed her lips.
I couldn't let her see that. It would complicate things, and gods know we had enough complications between us. So, I swallowed down the ugly truth, burying it beneath a mask of indifference.
Her accusation lingered in the air, though, like a bitter taste on my tongue. “You’re jealous, admit it." She asserted again, with a boldness that was so sexy it already had blood rushing south. It reminded me once more that she was no ordinary girl to be
