EVELYN'S POV
"I can't do this anymore; I should not keep doing this." I stuttered with my palms visibly shaking as I spoke.
"Do you admit to losing the duel if you walk away?" She enquired, tilting her head as she spoke. I grabbed her by the throat, pulling her closer to myself, my breath fanning against her skin.
"Do you have hearing problems, Marie?" I said I'm done, so call this thing over. I do not care if I lose or not; it's better than getting myself into bigger problems." I shoving to a side; however, the smug grin that remained on her face only caused me to churn the more.
"Oh please.... Don't make me sick from those looks; you keep staring at me, like you want to rip me apart. What bigger problems? Haven't you killed the most important things to you? How old was she?
