Chapter Four

"I'm going to fucking murder her." Cayden's eyes were bloodshot and veins protruded from his neck and forehead. "The audacity that bitch even has to breathe … I'm going to strangle her with my own hands if it comes to it."

Blayne studied him in utter confusion, glancing at Jordeyn for an answer. Her face was paler than usual and her black hair sent a contrast to her green eyes which were glazed with tears.

"Later," Jordeyn mouthed, allowing a few tears to cascade along her cheeks and jaw. Blayne nodded, mouth agape and cheeks flushed with melancholy sneaking behind him and stealing a kiss to his temple. Viktor scoffed, rolling his eyes and pulled Jordeyn closer towards him, but was instead greeted with her elbow meeting his ribs and her stare: cold and antagonizing. He was going to send a remark but was unable to as he saw her walk away not taking a second look back towards him.

"What's her issue?" Viktor sneered.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe, it's because you almost took full advantage of her?" Azyriah retorted. Viktor turned towards him, clawing at his shoulder for him to stop, staring as if he'd just said something incredibly stupid. "Oh please, Viktor, don't give me that look. You know exactly what I'm talking about so don't act all confused."

"Confused? Azyriah you're accusing me of something I didn't commit to. She never gave me an answer as to what she wanted, so I didn't even bother asking or try to force her to say anything so please, shut your mouth, and leave me alone."

"You really think that I'd simply let it go? How naive do you make me, Viktor? Do tell, because I'm curious. You almost took advantage of her - I never said you did - and she was sixteen for God's sake. Not eighteen. You go around your daily life trying to kiss minors especially her."

"What do you mean by 'especially her?' Why should it matter? How is she any different from any other sixteen year old in this school?"

"Because she's Jordeyn. That's all there is to it, really. She loves people too hard, trusts people too quickly, and puts all her faith in the wrong people. Just promise me you won't use her like everyone else has, please."

"She was at the age of consent. And I was eighteen at the time. When someone's sixteen and you're eighteen the age difference isn't that jurassic. And I know that she's Jordeyn, and I love her. But yes, I promise not to break her in any way."

"Uhm what?"

"What do you mean 'uhm what?' Did I or did I not just agree to whatever you wanted me to agree with you?"

"Viktor, don't be a smartass with me."

"'Viktor, don't be a smartass with me.' Or what?" Viktor mocked, "you and I both know that you won't do anything to me even if your life depended on it. You know that it wasn't my fault your parents died after the war, it was yours. It wasn't Jordeyn's fault that her parents died, it was your fathers. It wasn't my fault that your parents divorced before the war. They even told you that it was all yours." Az stared at him in disbelief. Never had he heard Viktor speak like this - mad or not - to him or anyone for that matter.

"You're kidding, right? You've got to be fucking kidding me. I've tried all my life to help all of you: mostly you, Viktor, to raise Jordeyn and this is how you pay me? By fucking blaming me for all of my god damn faults?"

"And what will you do if I am? It isn't as if you'll do anything to harm - or murder me - so shut it." He'd lost it. Both of them had lost it and there was nothing they could do no to stop it. Azyriah's anger go the best of him and his hand met Viktor's face with a blow.