“Oh, I love watching him fight,” Betty beamed as they walked back to the dining area. She folded her hands to her chest, clutching an imaginary heart like a school girl on her first crush. She was so in love with Hans, there was no denying that.
Kenda bit her bottom lip as that dark feeling unfurled within her. She could feel it boiling to the surface to suffocate her and she wanted to scratch Betty’s cheery face.
Kenda’s nostrils flared as her magic responded to her emotions. It buzzed enticing her to release it. She wanted to do damage. The desire to hurt someone filled her as her jealousy grew within her.
No!
I’m not jealous, she thought gritting her teeth.
Fuck! She didn’t even want to be h
