It wasn’t that Baru was jealous or possessive of Xe’s body or what she chose to do with it. No, it was that—that— —that Shir had stolen Baru’s story. Xe was her lover. Shir couldn’t kill her. Xe was supposed to die for Baru. What a diseased, repulsive thing to feel. And yet Baru felt it. She undeniably felt it.
