Uriah stalked after the pair, practically fuming with every step. He was so pissed off, he wanted nothing more than to just grab Mavis and drag her away then and

there.

The thing that drove him absolutely crazy? That smile on Mavis's face-real, genuine, glowing. He'd never seen her smile like that at him, not once.

And she'd said she liked him, yeah, right. What a joke.

She didn't like him at all. If anything, she was into Norton. She was grinning at Norton like he was handing out winning lottery tickets.

The more Uriah thought about it, the angrier he got. It was like a pressure cooker inside his head.

A little ways behind, Calliope and Silas trailed after Uriah, not too close, not too far, watching the drama unfold. They were far enough from Norton and Mavis that they couldn't really hear what was going on, but Uriah's body language was loud and clear: the guy looked like he was about to explode.

"Jeez, he's about to pop a gasket," Calliope muttered, shaking her head.

"And Uriah says he doesn't like Mavis? If that's not jealousy, let Valerian eat a Philly cheesesteak upside down." Calliope snorted.

a second, his blue eyes dark. "Make it

she being too crude? She thought of Blythe, all sugar and spice, and wondered if she

just shrugged. "Say whatever you want. I like you

eyes on Uriah, sneaking

on your expert opinion, what's Uriah going to do next?" Calliope

clue," Silas

he might go ballistic right there in front of Mavis and Norton. Either way, he's not exactly Mr. Stable. If he does lose his mind, it'll be

smirked. "So he's definitely not indifferent,

care, he'd be chill, or at

this is."

That means there's

Vel

She raised an

already. "If we poke

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