spirit of life

Rhythm would lie down beside him and begin to explain, a deep breath introducing her story. Nagendra listened with interest. Surprise struck his face momentarily when she mentioned Valentine. He didn’t know how to feel about it. There was a brief flash of distant betrayal and jealousy, and then reason swept in. Nagendra wasn’t even one to care much for commitment, and if Valentine had laid with him – a perfect stranger – he probably didn’t either. And besides, if there was any sort of cheating going on, Nagendra was the other (wo)man. He settled his expression after his thoughts were gathered and concluded, and focused back on the girl’s story.

The mother of Valentine’s children? Strange wording. ”She sounds insane,” he said, incredulous. Normally, women wanted to keep other women away from their men. His forehead crinkled with further interest as he became more and more engrossed in the situation. ”Is she his mate? And is he polygamous?” he asked with all the zeal of a gossiping old woman – some of his intent directed towards collecting information pertinent to himself and his own sneaking part within all this. His absorbed expression would then briefly change, a light smirk dancing across his face as his smooth voice would inquire, ”And does this mean you’re off the market?”