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I sigh and turn away. "It doesn't matter. He can flirt with whoever he wants."
"If that's true, then why do you look like you're about to go and scratch her eyes out?"
"That wouldn't work. She's a tiger shifter like Jeremy, she's bigger than I am in cat form."
"Who said anything about being in cat form?" Grace counters. "I was thinking you'd do it in this one."
I let out a soft snort. "I'm not exactly the eye-gouging type."
"Hmm. True. I could curse her? I can't say that pixie curses are very effective. They're more annoying really. One of the best ones makes it feel like there's a stone in your shoe, but you can never find it."
I stop in my tracks. "You're a pixie."
She grins sheepishly. "Sorry, I couldn't think of a better way of telling you. I've been trying to find the right time to drop it into conversation for a couple of weeks."
"I'm glad you feel safe enough to tell me."
A blush spreads across her cheeks. "I've never had to tell anyone before," she admits. "Most people around me just know."
"Your secret is safe with me. If it is a secret." I have to assume as much or she'd have told me already.
"I don't know," she admits. "Sometimes, I wish it was out in the open and I didn't have to worry about it. But some people can be so distrusting of any type of fae even when there's no reason to."
"You did just say you'd curse someone to make it feel like there was a stone in their shoe," I point out.
"It'smischief," she stresses. "Never anything bad."
"I know." I smile reassuringly at my friend, hoping she knows that I mean what I'm saying. I don't care that she's a pixie, it doesn't change anything about her.
Besides, it's not like she's cursed me. The only problems I have are of my own making.
I glance over my shoulder to where Jeremy is still talking to the Shifter Queen.
"You know you're not going to change anything by staring at them?" Grace says. "If you don't believe that they're just friends, then call Jeremy out on it."
"I believe him about that."
"So what's the problem?"
I sigh. "I don't like how it makes me feel to see him talking to someone else like that," I admit.
"Would it be different if he was officially your boyfriend?" she asks.
"I don't know."
The look she throws me says that she doesn't believe me in the slightest.
"All right, it would be different."
"Then you know what you have to do."
She's right, and I know it. Today is only proving that more than any other that I have to do something to change the situation or I'm going to drive myself crazy in the process.
Which means I need to talk to Jeremy. Now I just have to work out what I'm going to say.
11
Jeremy
