Searing jealousy made me tighten my grip on his hand, wanting to tug him closer. I pictured us walking back into camp and Moth striding off at the sight of Ghost, leaving me behind. Everything in me rebelled at the thought of him even talking to the quiet, unassuming raider, which was ridiculous and needy and way too possessive—worryingly possessive. He’s mine, my brain snarled anyway.
aww bb he loves you its ok
