“He could be a…friend.” “Then he should stop looking at you like he wants to taste you.” My brows shot up on my forehead. “First off, he was not looking at me like that.” “That is the only way he looks at you.” “And even if he was, you have no right to be jealous,” I reminded him. “Agreed. But that doesn’t change the fact that I am, and that Attes will inevitably find himself having to regenerate his eyes.” He turned his head to our left.
