(Rigel)
I had to distance myself from Amaia earlier because my blood lust was clouding my judgment. Being near her was like a moth circling fire. Her scent drove me insane so I had to leave her with them, even though the jealous part of me wished to pick her up and whisk her away.
But I prioritised her health and safety. Deep down I knew she was safer with twins than she ever would be with me. I could hurt her, unintentionally and then I would never be able to forgive myself.
When Alnilam came to me with that Blood Oath suggestion, I agreed in a heartbeat. Knowing this was the only way to keep her safe. To ensure I would never hurt her without consequences, I had to do this.
I sensed her heightened euphoria and lust for hours.
Was she mating with them?
Or was it them making out?
Jealousy is corrosive; it eats away at you slowly, just as rust does to metal. It twists your heart and makes your body ache in ways you can't even imagine.
