Fredric’s POV

Where did they go?

That question kept echoing in my head. My biggest impulse right now was to walk around this island and make sure they were just sitting somewhere — not doing anything stupid.

Why do I even care this much?

God, this is torture.

But still… I can’t bring myself to admit that what I’m feeling is jealousy.

If it ever came to that — if I ever actually admitted to being jealous over Mathilda — I might as well shoot myself.

Someone like her could never interest me. She’