"I'm not possessive!"
"You wanted to break her hand every time she touched my arm."
"That's not.. how did you…."
"The binding, I felt everything you felt. Every spike of jealousy, every possessive thought." His thumb brushed my cheekbone. "It was quite illuminating."
I wanted to die, to just sink into the floor and cease to exist.
"In my defense," I said, "she was being deliberately provocative."
"She was. Succubi enjoys causing jealousy, feeding on the emotional chaos it creates." His expression sobered. "Which is why I need to tell you something. Lirien and I have... history."
The jealousy spiked again, I tried to control it, but from Azryth's expression, I failed miserably.
"Define history," I said carefully.
"Before my exile, we had an arrangement, mutually beneficial. Physical, not emotional, it ended when I was sealed." He was watching me closely. "She's attempting to rekindle that arrangement. I'm not interested."
"Because of the binding?"
