Was it just the anger that coursed through my veins? In that moment, that particular second that I felt the sickness in my gut and the sweat running down the back of my neck, was the anger the only cause? I begged to differ. It was something more, something much stronger that added the fuel to the fire. Jealousy. I was envious of the woman who gave the impression of an angel. She had been Valerius's boulder for many years and at one point, even his fiance. I couldn't comprehend how he could do this. How he could watch me talk to the woman who used to be his betrothed. For days, months, I watched her and she watched me. And I had no idea, no doubt, that the smile she offered was poisonous.
Did she love him?
I wondered continuously.
Did he love her?
It pained me to even think about it.
