Darb? You home kitten? I have beer, and the afternoon off and there is much cause to celebrate..."

Well. That explained it, didn't it?

Athena was no stranger to jealousy. It wasn't that she was jealous as a person, or that it was even a large part of her character. But she was competitive, and when she wanted something, she got it. No questions asked.

So why in hell was some busty redhead waltzing into her boyfriend's (no matter how recently that title had been bestowed) apartment, with beer and celebrations and nicknames and whole afternoons? Blue eyes narrowed on this interrupter of their intimacy before zeroing in on Darby for an explanation.

This couldn't be his new roommate. It... it was a she! She was a girl. Darby shouldn't be living with girls unless that girl's name was Athena, and Athena hadn't even cleared that yet.

Romania flooded her mind, like dirty water through a broken dam.

"Kitten?" she muttered before pulling herself off of the couch.

Athena hated cats.