Summer's P.O.V
I could not breathe, neither could I relax even for a bit all this while, as the only thing which I kept going on with during this brutal combat, was to move my sword ever so fast and ferociously, no... not to cut and made my mate bleed but to prevent Kazan from getting a single hint about who I was actually to him... who was he fighting with.
I wondered, even if he got to know the truth, would he have bothered to act otherwise?
Would he have even cared to look into the matter, before coming to fight against me due to some vague suspension? Would he have still believed others over his own mate?
Or nothing would have changed because to him, it was still me, at the end of the day.
The most hated.
Yes,
Looking at the heartless Kazan in front of my eyes, I just could not
