Chapter 58
Nolan
Jack is oblivious to Ciel's obviously angry mood—it's almost hilarious, if I wasn't ticked off myself.
Ticked by Charlie, more like. A different kind of jealousy than the one I usually wrestle with.
When it's Jack and Ciel together, it's envy, that deep, bitter ache of wishing it was me. But this? Watching Charlie smile at Jack, touch his arm, look at Ciel like competition?
This is hate. Clean, hot, burning hate.
We pull into the garage, the door sliding shut behind us with a low hum.
"I'll go prepare dinner," Ciel says suddenly, voice clipped, jumping out of the car before the engine's even off.
"Okay, sunshine," Jack says, oblivious, almost cheerful. He climbs out, heads to the baby carrier, and lifts Lanny with the kind of tenderness that would melt anyone else.
Anyone but me. Right now all I can think is—what a fool.
Can't he feel it? The storm building in Ciel's chest, the way his smile has been sharpened into a blade?
