“Mm-hmm, how else would you prefer I say it?” I asked, trying to keep that part of me that was so damn possessive of her at bay. “You two have been very secretive lately. The small conversations that cease when I am around. I don’t like it.” “Careful, big guy.” She snickered. “You sound jealous.” “I am not jealous. That would assume Roccurem is better than me, which he isn’t.” She barked a small laugh. “There’s that cocky god we all adore.” I rolled my shoulders. “I’m mildly annoyed at best.” “Okay.” She snorted. “Whatever you say.”
