I keep grumbling under my breath, once more wishing my Moe was abitmore selfish.
Then she smiles at something Lis says.
She. Smiles.
My molars grind. Those aremysmiles. For fucks’ sake, this is pure torture.
Lis says something else, quieter this time, and Moe laughs—a bright and unguarded sound that should be reserved only for me.
The sound hits me like a physical blow.
Why is she laughing like that? What did Lis say to her? Was it something flirty? Something seductive? Some subtle innuendo hidden beneath harmless words that an innocent like Moe wouldn’t recognize as such? Was it an inside joke designed to create intimacy?
Why can’t I hear?
My eyes narrow as suspicion builds. Is Lis using some type of shield so no one can listen in to their conversation?
Aha! That just proves her intentions are not honorable!
They stop at a sweets stall.
Lis purchases candied fruit and offers some to Moe.
My expression darkens. She bought her sweets. By the Seven! That is a blatant escalation.
Moe accepts it with a smile. Then—horrifyingly—takes a bite while maintaining eye contact.
My stomach drops. Dread overwhelms me. My legs tremble and my head starts swimming. I grab onto a railing to keep myself from falling to the ground in outrage.
Was that deliberate? Was Moe…MyMoe…
One does not consume food while looking another person in the eyes unless there is intent behind it. She hasn’t even done that with me and she’s doing it with Lis?
I don’t know how much more of this I can take before my heart gives out.
Moe says something, and Lis’s gaze drops briefly to her mouth before she replies.
I hold tighter onto the railing, my feet seemingly melting into the ground. My entire body goes still as I cannot take my eyes off them.
Lis looked at her mouth.
Moe’s mouth.
That is not subtle. That is not even remotely subtle. She may as well have announced her intentions aloud.
How dare she try her wiles on a clearly taken female?
Didn’t she hear me yesterday? Moe is mine! My mate! I claimed her!
When they start moving, I follow—though my legs still feel like jelly.
Lis places a hand at the small of Moe’s back while guiding her around a passing cart.
My vision blurs.
They’re touching. Openly touching. In public…
I’m going to be sick.
