Misplaced Jealousy

His gaze stayed steady.

“I’d die for her if I had to,” he said, voice firm.

“We’ve known each other before you ever met her—we trained together, worked together… so yes, I care about her.”

A beat.

“But that’s it.”

His gaze hardened slightly.

“There are lines we don’t cross.”

His voice remained steady as he kept his eyes locked on Roth.

Roth’s fist tightened. He slammed it onto the table an