When Vali and Narfi left their new apartment, they decided to go down to the beach.
They arrived and noticed Maeve relaxing under the shade of two trees, laying on top of Lugh's pelt as if it were a soft towel. Lugh was shirtless massaging her back to apply sunscreen. Their hair was wet like they'd been in the water.
Vali's face got red. He looked like he was about to storm over there.
His jaw tightened as he saw Lugh's hands on her shoulders, applying sunscreen with an easy familiarity that made Vali's blood boil.
"Vali, hold up," Narfi murmured, grabbing his arm. "Maeve seems… happy with him. Let her be.
But Vali shook his head, glaring at the scene before him. "He doesn't know anything about her. He doesn't deserve to act so comfortable with her." His voice was low, restrained but simmering with frustration. Narfi hesitated, feeling the weight of Vali's unspoken knowledge but unsure of how far the werewolf would go.
