CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN.
I took a life.
I killed Linnet.
Ever since Linnet’s head exploded, I haven’t moved from where I stand. Her body has been carried away. The crowd is quiet too.
“An unexpected turn of events. A Fae without Fae energy has won over an Ogre,” the announcer says, voice carrying throughout the colosseum.
I hadn't even realised he's now standing next to me.
“How do you feel about your victory?” He asks.
I glance at him and open my mouth, but no words come out. What am I supposed to say? That I feel victorious for defeating someone I considered a friend… an ally? That I feel thrilled to take a life?
No. I can’t say all that. Not when all I feel is the opposite.
My gaze shifts from the announcer and flits across the crowd. They're all staring at me. Grave-yard quiet,
