"Pretty sure she is," Wrath said, her voice more soft now. She ran her fingers through his hair and asked him, "have you ever felt jealous of any one around me before?"
Patrick had found some ice and wrapped it in a tea towel. After washing his face off, he held the ice pack to his nose. Instead of answering George, he just flapped his hands at him and then he dug in his pockets for his cell phone. He planned to text Clio and, possibly, make himself scarce.