I stepped back from the opening, not wanting to see Goll if he was with one of those women. This felt like jealousy, but that was absurd. We didn’t have a real relationship. I didn’t even know him. But even so, by all the gods, he could have some decency and not sleep with another woman the night of our moon-binding. Storming back to the bed, I crawled underneath and pulled the top fur up to my chin, staring at the tent’s door, wishing he’d return so I could tell him what I really thought of him.
