The feel of her is foreign to me after the nights spent with Paedyn in my arms. Nights that I still haven’t told Kitt about. I was doing him a favor. My eyes wander across the dance floor, landing on my brother and the girl in his arms. I’m not wearing green, but I feel it, nonetheless. Envy claws at me as I watch them step in time to the very waltz I led Paedyn through only last night.
