Chapter 56: Jealousy

The fire had gone out at some point, but Sorin did not bother to relight it. He had endured far worse temperatures while out hunting demons, or as a child when he had slept in the great hall with so many other children and servants.

His stomach churned as he thought of just how thoroughly one moment had ruined his life.

Every time he closed his eyes, all he saw was Koray in that demon's arms. He had never been a man inclined toward jealousy—or so he always prided himself—but apparently jealousy enough for a lifetime had been waiting to hit him in one damning blow.

Sorin scrubbed at his eyes with one hand and tried to think like a high paladin rather than a scorned lover. Because he wasn't a scorned lover, just a jealous fool sulking in a dark, cold room.