ELIA
Elia shuddered. She needed to move. Find a way to make this fit into her view of him. He'd touched that woman? Had sex with her? Kissed her—argh! "Reth, I…" she trailed off, her skin itching. She pushed off the sleeping platform and began to pace the floor in front of him.
Reth went very still, his eyes never leaving her face.
She knew him. She did. She didn't know how it had happened so quickly, but he was under her skin and she knew him. He was hers. Heart and soul. She didn't doubt it. But when she tried to open her mouth and tell him that, all she could see in her mind was his mouth on Lucine's, their bodies entwined—the physical power of the wolf-woman, and probable instinctive prowess of the Anima…
Elia clawed her hands into her hair. "Why didn't you tell me?" She wasn't even angry as much as… shaky. Fragile. It seemed like every time she turned around right now something wanted to bite her.
No pun intended.
