TYRONE
As soon as I shut the door of my room after our emergency meeting, I let my mask of composure fall. I had no idea how I managed to keep it up for so long. My emotions were eating me up from the inside, and doubt consumed me.
The first thing I did was stand close in front of the mirror, placing both my hands against the glass surface for support. For a good ten minutes, I just analyzed my reflection, looking for any cracks, any changes. After I lost myself at the end of the battle, I needed to make sure that I was still myself.
However, staring deeply into my own hazel eyes, I could still see a faint red glow.
“We need to talk,” I said out loud, speaking both to my reflection and to the beast residing inside of me.
“I’m sorry.” Nevan’s regret was evident in the shadows of my fea
