Pollux.
When I saw Silas near my sister, I knew he was up to something. She was never one to really put herself out there, even though it seemed she was. She was rebellious, yes, and had a wicked side when she wanted to but to be an attention whore… no way.
Yet since the moment we had gotten here, she had become different from the way I knew her. She was no longer the sister I had grown up with. She was more confident and determined to establish herself in this place. Normally, that wouldn’t have been a bad thing, but the way she was going about it felt wrong.
As if coming here had done something to her that couldn’t be undone.
Staring off across the green training fields, I thought to the day I battled with her. I was used to having sparred with Cassie growing up, but something about her that day was so much different from before.
Almost as she thrived for the blood she spilled.
A warrior that had no fill until death presented itself.
