Anton
Oh no, Anton growled in the back of his throat, this was not going down this way. No, no, no, no, no. He was not losing to a simpering prick and his promise of love. God, he hated kids these days; all c**k, no brain. As Doren reached for August’s face, Anton reached for the knife. Two steps, that was all he needed. Two. Simple. Steps.
Wait for it, he told himself, don’t rush it. One step as emotion softened August’s gaze…one step more while Doren says the words, two steps while August moves for Doren…And now, now, now!
Anton lunged, grappled August with one arm, lifting his other arm to shove the knife against August’s throat…and oh, Doren, you pathetic creature—with your eyes so wide and your jaw hanging open—did you really think I was going to make it that easy for you? That all
