KESTER.
"Step away from her, Kex."
My voice came out steady, but the restraint behind it felt like a noose tightening around my throat. Every muscle in my body coiled, ready to snap, but I held firm.
I already had too much blood on my hands.
I didn't want to add Kex's to it.
But then he smirked.
That smirk.
Like he wasn't standing in front of death itself. Like he didn't give a damn that I could rip him apart where he stood.
The arrogant bastard.
I felt like ripping his face in half for even as much as smiling around Kasmine.
"You don't have to beat yourself up, Kester," he said, sounding so casual and unbothered. He shifted his weight, hands slipping into his pockets like we were discussing soccer. "We were just..." His gaze slid back to Kasmine, and something about the way he l
