Celia
The thrill of being able to isolate her mindlink was overshadowed by Lucas' charge and the efficient snapping of his neck. Tristan had finished him with one powerful move and, yet, he seemed so defeated. Through the loud cheering and her own heartbeat deafening her, Celia could only read Tristan's lips when he stopped in front of her on his way out of the crowd. He asked for forgiveness? From her? But this was all her fault. Lucas was dead because of her, because of something she ultimately, willingly, enjoyed. Sick. Twisted. And still completely confusing. And, he blames himself? For choosing his life over Lucas? He had to have seen that he had no choice. He had to know that she wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
Celia felt sick. This wasn't at all what she wanted. Everything
