Lorien POV
It was almost laughable to imagine Auren as the jealous type especially when he had Lysandra, yet still toyed with me like some forbidden game.
The memory of his hands, his mouth those stolen touches behind closed doors twisted my thoughts in dangerous ways. I knew how wrong it was, but restraint had never felt so impossible.
“Right,” I scoffed, breaking from my thoughts. Auren’s name still echoed in my mind, and when Rion turned toward me, I caught his raised brow.
“What? He is jealous,” Rion said defensively.
I rolled my eyes, unable to picture Auren acting territorial over anyone, least of all Lysandra or me. Lysandra, however, seemed perfectly content to play the devoted lover. She radiated obsession, that fierce, possessive energy of someone convinced their claim was e
