““You’re looking a little pale.” “Twenty-five years,” Sirena muses, her tone light, “and I don’t think we’ve ever seen you jealous before. Or lose control of your shadows.” A teasing smile curves her lips. Jealous. The word makes my jaw lock hard enough to hurt. That’s precisely what this burning, corrosive pressure in my chest is… jealousy.”
THAT IS XADENS POV REWRITTEN
— Mar 31, 2026 12:58PM
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