Lyra
I tilted my head a bit, catching the rage in his eyes as he spoke those words, but the sorrow in his voice let me know he was mad. Yeah, he was totally furious, but not really at me—more at the idea that I was picking and choosing his brother over him when we're all mates.
I wondered why he hadn't left yet after I told him to go. Was he that concerned about me? If he was, then this must have really crushed him.
But I saw it was mostly jealousy. His eyes seemed so down, and I wanted to reach out to him. There was something about how he looked and reacted that felt so rewarding and nice. For the first time, I was dealing with real jealousy. Someone was actually jealous over me favoring others instead of them.
"That's not it, Vaelin," I whispered, going for his shoulder, but he tried
