I turn my face toward the window. “Who’s Alix?”
“Eaton’s sister.”
“I mean, who is she to you? Did you have a thing?”
“Yes, you could say we had athing. Briefly.”
“What happened?”
“We were…spending time together?—”
“You were fucking.”
“Okay”—he sighs—“we were fucking, and then this happened.”
He pulls his jacket aside and taps his finger against the tattoo over his heart. Two interlocking circles with a star in the center. The mark of a familiar.
“And I left. Without saying goodbye.”
“And now?”
“Now she hates me.” He shrugs.
I let out a scoff, staring out the frosted glass. “I bet. Do you want to be with her?”
“No. Why would you ask that?”
“Because after she punched you, I thought you were either going to fistfight or screw right there on the table.”
“First off, I’d never hit a female. And second—would that have pissed you off?” A slow smirk tugs at his lips.
“For the last time?—”
“You don’t care what I do, blah blah blah, you’re not jealous?—”
“You know what, Zadyn?”
“What, Serena?”
“I’ll admit that I’m jealous when you admit thatyou’rejealous.”
“Of what?”
“Of me. And Jace.” I cross my arms. “You were jealous.”
He stares at me for a second, then leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
“Yes. I was jealous. Insanely. Still am.”
Heat floods my face. I open my mouth and then close it, stunned by how easy that was for him to confess.
“Fine.” I stick my chin in the air, refusing to look at him. “So was I.”
He leans back, fighting a smug little smile. It takes me a minute to realize I’m doing the same.
* Cue:So Hot You’re Hurting My Feelingsby Caroline Polachek
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