Chapter Sixy - One

Pretend:

“What's wrong with you?” Arkyn snapped his hand still on Garold's throat as he pressed him further back into the wall. The reaction was purely a way to offset the rage coming off of Conan.

He had to do something to keep him at bay. Everything in him was screaming to rip Garold’s throat out and leave him bleeding out on the floor without a second glance. There was something not right. He kept picking up on it. Garold did not respond, His eyes went wide as if he wanted to respond to Arkyn but couldn't. Arkyn dropped his hand away from his throat. It took a huge effort but he kept repeating in his head to stop. His mind kept going back to Kristen. Did he make up for her having one golden eye and then the flash of black hair. He stepped back away from Garold letting out a small breath trying to calm himself down. He studied him as he tried to slow his breathing. Garold stood there still, his pants and underwear still down around his ankles. He was not moving, Anyone in their ri