“Are you jealous, young one?” “Yes,” she says, straightforward and a little sad. “Every day, when you left me, you got to have your own dance. Without me. It shouldn’t bother me, but it does. After hanging out with me, you came here and searched for your mate.” “You’re wrong about two things—first, yes, it should bother you. If you were okay with me being with someone else, I’d be insulted. I’m yours and you’re mine. Period. Second, I didn’t search for anyone.
