His Confession

Esme flicked her gaze back at the blonde-haired hunter, whose eyes were filled with sadness as he looked down. It annoyed the hell out of her. The she-wolf spun the silver knife that sizzled on the palm of her hand before she snatched it and marched towards him. She was the one who was made a fool out of, so why was he sad? Or was it because he knew he would be killed by a 'mutt'? 

"Leo deserves it. He's been sniffing around her for too long," Gabriel replied to Niko, and she could hear the smile in his voice. 

"He doesn't deserve to be kill-" Esme tuned Niko's voice out. Surely, Niko should be just as angry as her. Leo had been hiding in the bar much longer than the time she'd been there.

Esme stopped just before him and raised her blade to his chin, tilting his face up to look at her, although she was still smaller than him. Leo's eyes slowly looked up, and he met hers. "Explain," She said, her voice as hard as steel, her face void of any emotion.