"But do you mean to say that she truly did not ask of me?" He asked uncertainty in his eyes.
Fiona looked at him unable to even believe what he was saying.
"Are you really asking me if Jasmine asked of you?" She asked him.
His face turned to stone. "Bloody not. And you say it like it was such a bad idea."
He pouted and dragged his blanket over his head like a child.
Fiona just did not understand what was up with him today.
Or was Xaden beginning to truly care for Jasmine.
She did not know much about their relationship being that she had only joined the pack fairly recently.
But Fiona was seeing that he had been soft and siding Jasmine.
Especially with the incident where he had chosen Jasmine over his true mate.
And then again in the room when he had kissed her forehead and spoken to her so tenderly.
They had all seen that.
Maybe, just maybe Xaden cared for Jasmine now.
More than enough in fact.
She could hardly even believe it.
Fiona smiled connivingly and sat beside him and said. "I was only messing with you. I belive Jasmine said a few words about you."
"You lie." Xaden mumbled from under his blanket.
She gasped. "Why would I lie about such a thing."
"If she dis say anything about me then why did she ask about the servants first." He grumbled under the blanket.
Fiona gasped inward.
He was jealous! And he had quite a horrible way of hiding it.
It was point black to everyone to see.
"You know what I think?" She asked him as she used her bum to side him.
"What?" He mumbled.
She rolled her eyes and in a mischievous tone said. "I believe you are jealous." fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
That sent him spiraling out of the blanket: He pushed it over and sat up. "Jealous?! Bloody jealous of what?"
She shrugged. "You are jealous of the fact that Jasmine asked about the servants you had orders for execution and not asked of you."
He clocked his tongue and rolled his eyes In bewilderment she almost burst out in laughter.
"Such an outrageous thing to say." He glared at her. "That I am jealous over servants?"
He rolled his eyes and laughed aloud.
It was such an absurd laughter Fiona held herself.
"The servants serve me in the pack and I in turn serve them. They are seen as my equal in my eyes. Quite hardly in fact. I serve them as their alpha by providing them any sort of protection and safety. To think that I would be jealous that Jasmine asked about them instead of me."
He snorted again. "That is hardly the case."
She smiled to herself and got up to her feet knowing quite well that he would never agree.
"Well Jasmine did ask me to check on you." She said.
The light in his eyes went bright and Fiona was genuinely in awe.
It was like just the idea of her thinking of him made him happy.
His frown was still there on his face but now it was calm and regardless of a smile, he seemed to be lighter, seemed to be happier.
"Did she really?" He asked.
Fiona nodded. "She did. That was why I had collected the blankets from the servants first. She had wanted to come to you herself but I changed her mind."
Then a frown came on his face. "Why the bloody hell would you do that?"
Fiona sighed and went back to the couch and sat beside where his feet lay.
"Because regardless of the fact that she wants to see you, she has to rest. She has been in a coma for days now. And we were all worried. As you have been on a journey for a whole week looking for-
"It was over a month." He said.
She blinked. "What?"
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