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âśż I think I'm a jealous mate âśż
> When love runs deep, jealousy blooms —
not from hate, but from the fear of losing too soon.
Ariel's heart skipped wildly in her chest. Oh, goodness! she screamed silently, feeling the warmth creep up her neck. Her pulse was racing so fast it almost hurt.
Across the table, Eva's hand clenched around her fork so tightly it bent slightly under the pressure, the metal groaning in protest.
A tense silence hung between them until Alicia's voice sliced through the air like a blade.
"I can see how excited you are, Horace," she drawled, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
Ariel exhaled softly, grateful for the distraction, but that relief was short-lived.
"Your mate has gotten used to us now," Alicia continued, "so I think it's time to enlighten her about her mission."
The air froze. Horace's smile faltered, his eyes darkening with a dangerous edge.
