HECTOR
I'm at that point where jealousy mixes so beautifully with pain and frustration, they almost become a perfectly evil combination in the pit of my stomach.
I eye Athena's fingers which hold on to Hunter's fancy dress shirt so tightly, my guts churning with a powerful, overwhelming sense of jealousy that threatens to make me lose my composure.
Coupled with the fact that my skin is quite literally burning from the allergies, I'm almost a mad man.
Hunter turns around and his lips curl in disgust when he sees me;
"Hector. What are you going here?"
I shoot him a sharp, hard glare.
"Don't ask questions you already know the answers to." I say as calmly as I can muster. "Hand her to me. Now."
Something shifts in Hunter's eyes. It happens at the speed of light. A quarter second later, he's blinking the emotion away — but it's too late. I already noticed it. Fear. I can almost taste it.
