I realize my subtle attempts to see if Merethyl likes me, aren’t subtle at all. When she tells me she likes older men a lot, it actually has the opposite effect on me than what I was hoping. I had asked the question, hoping she’d say yes, meaning she liked me. But her response and the way she said it made me realize that my mate may have quite a bit of experience with older men. It immediately makes me jealous. No one touches what is mine.
I watch as she strides away, full of grace and confidence. I need to get my jealousy under control. The possibility that one of the elves in her troupe that are currently standing on the other side of this treeline from me may have touched my mate has me on the verge of shifting and roaring my claim over her. Not that it would matter. Elves can’t be cla
