Day 23 of the games (early morning after the battle)
KELLEN
Rogue handed me my sword. I turned it in my palm a few times, debating whether to just end Oliver or start cutting little pieces off him, I still hadn’t made up my mind when my little flame came running towards us, now wearing a light pink dress “Kellen stop! No, please! Don’t kill him!” She cried out stepping between me and the soon-to-be dead shifter.
Protecting Oliver.
I ground my teeth together, not wanting to argue with her, but she didn’t understand. Like a slithering snake, the jealousy of her choosing another man over me crawled over my skin, because that’s what it felt like, what made it worse was that it was f*****g Oliver! The man I dreamt of killing for three f*****g years. The sly fucker that always got away.
