Nicholas, for his part, only looked more concerned. He wasn’t alarmed. He wasn’t even startled. He just watched me closely.
“Talk to me, Piper,” he said. “I can’t understand your growls yet.”
I tried to bite back my growl, but I couldn’t manage. It erupted, curling around my words even as I attempted to speak. “Jealous.”
That was all Nicholas needed to hear. His concern ebbed somewhat. “Yeah. I know how that feels too.”
“Like this?” I asked.
He nodded. “It’s practically overwhelming.”
“How…?” I started, failed, tried again. “How do you manage?”
“I’ve broken five or six punching bags,” Nicholas said, smiling a little. “Exercise is good for it. If you wear down your energy, you have less to spend on anger.”
I sighed, trying to reclaim myself. I was in no mood to jog, but… with our re
