“I should call you crazy for being in my sector, you Untouchable scum,” she spits, leaning her back into Fallan, expecting his embrace. He keeps his hands on her lower back, urging her away. My chest is heavy as a wave of jealousy overcomes me. At this point I’m ready to squash her like the pest she is, wondering how much she’d squirm if I put her in the same hold as she’d had my brother in. “We could drag her out of here by her hair,” it says silently, my mouth curling into a smile. “Easy, Little Dove,” Fallan says, my eyes shooting to him.
