I had to admit, the identity Dimi worked up this time for me was a cool one. My name was going to be Grey. I had skin the color of mahogany and a cloud of corkscrew black hair.
Grey hated dragons because one killed his father and violated his sister and mother when he was only ten. Years and years of therapy didn’t fix our poor Grey, and that was why he was in the ring tonight, facing a dragon who resembled the one who had killed his family.
Avenging them was the only thing on Grey’s mind right now.
The chest and arms of Grey were covered in intricate tattoos, hiding the mark of the Rubicon. His muscles were ripped and ready for violence.
Just don’t show your other abilities, the beast said, and kill him fast. One kill, Blake.
I followed Phil and Dimi out of the locker rooms. I watche
