I felt Darcy’s eyes scalding the flesh from my bones and was relieved to finally be getting some reaction from her, to know that this hurt her just like she’d hurt me. It was petty, immature, and cruel, but I was so full of jealousy that I knew if I didn’t do this, I’d do something far worse to Polaris. I’d rip his head clean from his shoulders and earn myself a stretch in Darkmore for a far less tempting sin than the one I had already committed with Darcy.
