03. RIVALRY
SULPICIA CALI
"You can be with anyone," Aro says in a quiet hiss as he paces at the foot of our bed. We are both naked, having been in each other's arms only moments ago. He is displeased by how easily my thoughts drifted to his sister after our lovemaking. "Why her? Why must you always want her? Why must everyone always want her?"
I sob dryly into my hands, frustrated by my obsession, depressed by my husband's growing dismay. "I do not know, coniunx."
My mate growls at this, his jealousy rearing its head. "You shall not do this to me. It is the one partnership you may not entertain."
"I know," I whisper.
"Besides," he remarks in a casual tone that I have come to be wary of, "my sister is devoted to her husband."
His words are worse than a venomous bite, but I am not sure why. Am I bothered that he should insinuate I am uncommitted, when I know of—and am unbothered by—his ventures with other women in these halls? Or am I more bothered by the idea that Didyme may never have room for affection beyond that which she gives Marcus?
As Aro moves about like a caged lion, glorious in his power and natural form, I am still in love with Didyme. We both know that nothing he says will change this.
Aro knows my mind, my heart. How can he not understand that I am able to love them both, simultaneously?
The word "coniunx" is Latin for "married partner" or "husband" or "wife."