“Let’s get this log out of here,” Thorat said. They rolled an old branch aside to make more room for everyone to sleep together. “Jealousy has nothing to do with rights.”
“It’s still not his right, and he knows that.”
“He’s not the father?”
Sunna snorted. “Hardly. It was probably a petitioner from Coradun, but it doesn’t matter. I’m a priestess of Ara’s Landing and at least I can keep to the old ways, even if it seems that no one else can.”
“The ambassadress does.”
“Only when you don’t tempt her. At least you’ll never come to me as a priestess.”
Thorat grunted assent, but he had a sinking feeling in his gut about it. “It’s not that I wouldn’t,” he said.
“Oh, be quiet, would you?”
She couldn’t be angry about that, could she? Well, there was nothing he could do about any of it, it se
