"You keep lying to me!" I scream at Ayoke, my face still blood spattered and my hand stained red. "I couldn't tell you, Meila. You had to make a choice after Christopher's death. And you chose to save everyone over your desire to kill Damien. If you had killed him on the battlefield, we would have lost. It would have doomed us all." Ayoke, Carl, Michael and I stand in my office. Ayoke shakes with fear, Carl stares blankly out of the window as his tears fall and Michael is his infuriatingly calm self. But me? I can't pick an emotion. I'm heartbroken at the loss of my mate, I'm furious at the lies and deceit that continue to circle me, I'm disappointed in myself and my actions in killing Damien in the heat of the moment and I'm resentful that I've had to endure all of this to end up alone

