NINETEEN

I didn’t know everything I felt. I didn’t know what I was supposed to feel. It had been a week since I found out the truth and cleared my doubts.

I had been ripped away from my home and cast aside like a useless rag. Nobody would come for me. Even if Selena wanted to, she would most likely be exiled. I didn’t think she would want to sacrifice that much for me, especially since we had fought over something I didn’t remember.

One thing I knew for sure was that I was angry.

Angry at Frazier for challenging me to a fight. Angry at myself for not knowing how I had killed him. Angry at Ferra for every single thing she did and said ever since I met her. Angry at Conrad for simply existing.

The one person I wasn’t angry at was the man standing in front of me with a punching bag, encouraging me to throw a heavy punch – Deimos.

He made no attempt at quelling my anger or trying to make me understand his brother’s point of view. In fact, he fuelled it even further.

“I just don’t understand!