FINNIAN
The moonlight painted everything silver.
I hovered above the maze, my wings barely moving. The night air was cold against my face, but I did not feel it. My eyes were fixed on the paths below. On the hedges. On the shadows moving between them.
Jayce had found her.
Of course he had. Jayce always found what he wanted first. He always took. He always claimed. He never asked. He never waited.
I watched from above as he cornered her in the dead end. I watched him kiss her forehead. Her nose. Her lips. I watched his hands slide into her hair like he owned her.
My chest tightened.
Jealousy.
I did not like the feeling. It was hot. Ugly. It made me want to fly down and push him away. It made me want to grab her for myself.
But I did not move.
I waited. I waited for him to finish his turn. After all, she was our mate and we were meant to share.
