CHAPTER 196 – A Fate Worse than Death

  Day 23 of the games (early morning after the battle)

  KELLEN

  Rogue handed me my sword. I turned it in my palm a few times, debating whether to just end Oliver or start cutting little pieces off him, I still hadn’t made up my mind when my little flame came running towards us, now wearing a light pink dress “Kellen stop! No, please! Don’t kill him!” She cried out stepping between me and the soon-to-be dead shifter.

  Protecting Oliver.

  I ground my teeth together, not wanting to argue with her, but she didn’t understand. Like a slithering snake, the jealousy of her choosing another man over me crawled over my skin, because that’s what it felt like, what made it worse was that it was fucking Oliver! The man I dreamt of killing for three fucking years. The sly fucker that always got away.