He killed Wither’s parents, she was next in line for their throne, he was going to kill her next and I couldn't let that happen. Adrian is trying to get me to calm down, but the more I think about it the more enraged I get. I want to kill, I want to kill him. I look at Adrian and he can see the blinding rage behind my eyes.
“Why is it you want to protect and love her, but you can’t love me?” He asks, and it’s the wrong question to ask. While I care about him, I don’t love him and I don’t think I ever will. I charge him and grab him by his throat, slamming him against the wall, I growl, “How dare you! How selfish are you? Keep it up and I’ll never love you, because as of right now I don’t!” I release him and he gasps for breath. I know I shouldn’t have put my hands on him, but he
