Jealous

"Make you jealous?" I raised a brow in challenge. "I have no reason to do any such thing, Anthony. We both pretended to be doing our job, right? I feel no sense of possession over you that will stimulate me to make you jealous. I can touch whomsoever I want."

"You do enjoy lying to yourself, don't you?" His jaw clenched as he fought the anger. "I would have saved you if I could," he hissed. I realized that the anger was directed towards himself. "All my comments inside the warehouse was that you could live longer. If I had told them that I knew your father and his plans, that would be the end of you. You weren't important enough for him to keep alive. I, on the other hand, could have just told him everything and walked out without a scratch."

"Thank you for reminding me that you knew my father."