“I am not jealous. I am concerned for the emotional integrity of this household.”
“You are jealous,” I said.
Keres turned to me, wounded beyond repair. “Princess.”
I smiled into my coffee.
Thane looked smug.
Very smug.
Too smug.
Honestly, it was confusing. I did not know what to do with a smug Thane. Broody Thane, silent Thane, wounded Thane, terrifying Thane — those I had begun to understand.
This one?
This one was new, and freaking dangerous.
Aiden stood beside me, filling my plate with the focus of a man performing battlefield surgery. Pancakes first. Berries. A spoonful of yogurt. A drizzle of honey. Eggs on the side. Bacon, but not too much. Toast, because apparently I had become a rebuilding project with breakfast goals.
I watched him do it.
He did not ask.
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