64.

FELIX.

I think there was a time when I’d have died for Asher. I’m not exaggerating; If it came to it, I’d have gladly taken his death so he would live.

It was the time when I first came to this place. I had one friend, a job, and my life pretty much didn’t have any purpose. I was just existing, rather than living.

I didn't have Lemuel. I hadn’t found the boxing arena. I just had Asher.

I’ve felt very furious with him in the past. He could be infuriating when he wanted to be and we’ve had many fights, but I had no deadly intentions during any of them. Even with all the past fights we had about Brynn, I’ve never wanted to kill him; I just felt the need to hurt him.

But now I do. I want to take his life and I wish I could say I’m joking. I’m not. I sincerely want to wrap my hand around his throat and watch him struggle by my feet as I take the one thing that’d keep him living.

That strong urge burns through me and I embrace my anger as I climb down the stairs, my steps fast and heavy. My