“You know,” Conal began cautiously, “I could lick the wound. It might help dilute the poison.”
“Believe it or not, I would actually let you do that if I thought it would do any good,” Lucas responded quietly. “Despite my intense jealousy, I would do anything if I thought it would help her.”
“You're jealous?” Conal sounded incredulous. “You're the one who has her – what the hell have you got to be jealous about?”
“Because as much as she loves me, I share her love with you. And… I'm aware that in many ways, you would have been the better choice for her.”
“In many ways?” Conal spat scornfully. “I would have thought in all ways I was the better choice for her. For starters, I'm alive.”
“That's true, dog. But she makes me feel as if I am alive, in every way possible. If I truly believed yo
