Omega Bound
Jealousy has no place here, I tell myself.
“Let's begin the Twin Fang Duel.” The horn follows.
I step into the ring first,dust rises around my boots as I take off my ceremonial suit leaving the pants, already wrapped bandage around my chest.
I feel Magnus’s eyes on me, I don't look at him, his presence into my back like a blade resting against my spine, heavy and hungry.
Don't disappoint me.
Then Ronan steps into the ring opposite me, he looks smaller out here, not weaker, never that, but built for speed rather than power. His expression is set, jaw tightens, eyes burning with something sharp and unresolved.