Bryce avoided the question and kept his eyes focused on the road in front of him. He'd be damned before ever admitting to the fact that he was jealous.
Why would he be jealous anyways? He never got jealous. He made people get jealous, not the other way around, so this particular question was totally uncalled for.
"Are you going to answer or keep on avoiding my question like the plague?" Max primped.
Bryce darted his eyes at him briefly and resumed driving again.
"I'm not jealous," he snapped. His jawline ticked, and his brows knitted together. His lips pressed together in a tight frown, and he let out a series of exasperated sighs.
"Good. Then it shouldn't be of any concern to you if Hera gets involved with another man," Max said with an air of finality.
Bryce was confused. He didn't understand what Max meant by that particular statement. He was supposed to be his friend, but the idiot apparently didn't care about him or his feelings. He was supposed to side with him on this one. What exactly did he mean by saying it shouldn't be of any concern to him? If he was having all of these emotions, then shouldn't it be his concern?
"I don't understand!" he blurted out at last, his brain calculating.