“Has he told you about the woman we once shared?” His question awoke the lioness within me.

I glared at him with disapproval for asking such an absurd question. “Are you envious that I spend more time with him than with you?”

“Yeah, Chloe. I'm envious. You were formerly mine, but he is attempting to steal you away!”

Even if I weren't angry with him, my heart would be racing because of the fervor in his response. I stated flatly, “I had no idea you were insecure around your people,” and he glared back. “You always glared at me; do your eyes ache from staring at me so intently?” Henry...