Gideon
We had our revenge, but it wasn’t enough. I didn’t want to tell Riva that. She already looked thirsty for blood. Ravenous for it.
The activities were like a whirlwind, taking us for a ride. Calling them activities made them seem like one of those get-to-know-you s**t I hated from school but there we were. We needed to ease up on the heat and hate. There was barely any reprieve. It was all work and war these days. I felt the need to steady my emotions to get rid of the blockage in my chest. It was almost like I had this gnawing feeling that wouldn’t let go. It ate at me from the inside.
“Should it be like this forever, Cato?”
“End this, Gideon. End this! Riva’s witches may be bloodthirsty, but it’s what we needed.”
“Is it still war if you cannot face your enemy to kill him?”
