Bran's POV
Jealousy is a bitter thing.
It's really getting to me right now.
I watch from the training grounds as Talia stands with Jasper and Lyric, laughing at something I can't hear. Her head tilts back slightly, her eyes crinkling at the edges. It's a rare sight, seeing her laugh so freely.
I should be glad Talia has people who make her feel at ease. I should be relieved she has warriors she trusts.
Instead, I want to rip Jasper away from her and throw him across the field and hug Talia, then take her away into a quiet place while I place a passionate kiss on her lips before bringing her back to carry on her duties. But that's a mere dream. At least for now.
Fabian huffs. "Pathetic."
I grit my teeth. "Shut up."
Fabian just chuckles. "You had your chance to be the one by her side
