STILL JEALOUS?

RALPH

I paced in my room with a glass of blood in my hand and ran the other finger over my hair. I thought I was over her. I had convinced myself about that, but all my resolve crashed when I saw her with that mechanic boy. I did not know what to do. The only way to stop this is to send her away from me, but even as she is far from me, I yearned for her presence. Have they slept together? Has he tasted what was mine? Has he done everything I fantasized about doing to her? I will have to kill that boy. They even call them love birds now. I sighed and sat on the edge of my bed.

If I kill him, everyone will suspect it was because of Jovita, and they would all say I killed him out of jealousy. I was Lord Ralph; I was not supposed to be jealous. I downed the blood in my hand and stood up again. I could not sleep, and even after coming up with different methods of keeping them apart, I still was not comfortable. A knock came at the door, interrupting my thoughts. I spun toward