Rylee
My heart is in turmoil. I don’t know how to answer or how to explain what’s bothering me. Am I jealous? I’ve never felt this way before. Ever since I was a little girl, I knew I didn’t own anything. I’ve only ever been envious once in a while—like in the summertime when Syd and the others could go swimming in the river and eat ice cream, but I still had to work.
Now, I clearly have Alvar’s favoritism, yet I’m still jealous. Why?
Alvar turns me around and gently lifts my face. “Tell me why. Or I’m going to have to kiss you right here.”
I pull away from him in a panic. His so-called kissing never stops at just a kiss.
“It’s nothing. Just…” I try to suppress the questions bubbling inside me. Did you sleep with Cecilia? Did you date her? What’s going on with Ruth? Those women you’ve been with… have you had a lot of lovers?
But who am I to ask? Do I even like him? I don’t know. I’m not his girlfriend, just MATE. A mate without a mate-bond.
“…I was just thinking, you’re a good dancer…
