Those words tumbled out of my lips, and the moment they did, I wished I could take them back, because I dreaded his answer.

His eyes darkened at my words, the air around us seemed to drop several degrees colder.

“Jealous?” He scoffed evilly, and my chest tightened as I swallowed the nerves eating its way inside of me.

“Why should I be jealous of a kid I can squash so easily like a child?” His voice sounded rough and gravelly, enough to make my ...