Chapter 20
Mireya's POV
The healer spilled out of the bud, spitting out a sort of slimy liquid.
“Are you okay?” I asked her from a distance.
Drake pulled her away from the reach of the flowers, his hand gripping her waist.
He didn't mind that she was covered in slime.
It made me proud but there was an undercurrent of something that zapped through me as my eyes landed on his hand around her waist.
I looked away, sniffing. It was none of business anyway.
I watched as her hand curled against his chest, the urge to smack it away was so strong I had to step away from them.
What is wrong with me?! I had no idea why I was reacting this way.
It wasn't as if Drake was my mate. I definitely was not getting jealous over him. That wasn't possible.
After reassuring myself, I slid closer to
