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She drew away from his touch like it he had bitten at the beautiful body of his beloved. It was surreal how she acted and to say it pained him was a dramatic understatement. How could his supposed love be so devastating to how close they had been? Then she growled softly at him the answer. Whether she believed he did not love Amy didn’t seem to matter. She knew what had been done. But how? How had she come to believe something she viewed so vile about the one whom she loved? Her questions about Thana were misplaced. The woman had loved him and he had her. What they had shared had not been because of low self-respect! No, he hadn’t told her but it wasn’t her business. What mistakes had been made by the male did not need to be spilled before the woman he loved to be judged. What he had done had no effect on Thana just as it had no effect on X’yrin. So he dismissed that notion.
What his mind did stick to came near the end of her angered questions and blame. Until he heard, told by another, his mind was hurrying between one hurtful question to the next painful assumption. When it settled he felt an intense anger that warmed his entire body. Told by another? It wasn’t Amy. She would have said if it was Amy. Who else would be persuasive enough to convince her? Who had claimed to speak with Amy once before? Who had undermined him, now in every conceivable way, since his first day in Sangi’lak? Would that other be your deceitful, snake tongued nomad brother? The same who’s scent has now replaced mine upon you? He growled back at her not softly but demanding, hurt, and beneath it all horrified at what he was admitting to himself. She had told him X’ies would not disrupt their way of life. He would benefit them. He had not. He had crossed a line now and he would pay… if what the sickening scent on her suggested was true. What have you done? asked in tone that touched on desperate through the anger. It was a question for all the hurt. Why she stunk of injury and that fowl male. Why she now treated him like something horrid. Why this wasn’t the first time he felt she was choosing X’ies over him and his word.
Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.
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