#brokensoldier

❝ That was your mistake, Gabe. ❞

   He’ll keep his lips parted for a moment before he turns away and shuts his mouth. He’d struck a low blow— not purposely, mind you, but because he had trust issues. Fingers clench into a tight fist before he forces out a laugh and shakes his head. 

❝ Not mine. ❞

    His hands curl into fists, fingernails digging into his palms hard enough to draw a dull ache, and he kicks savagely at a pebble lying inside the circle. It explodes into dust, and the holy fire sizzles and spits as the particles settle over the flames. Blazing eyes are fixed on the hunter's back, fury and betrayal battling in his gaze.

                              ❝I said,