KNOX
Did he catch onto my lies?
I doubted it. The mud did its job. As far as I was concerned, it was the only thing strong enough to mask Oleander's scent, and maybe—just maybe—I overdid it by rolling in it five times.
I just didn't want him picking up even the faintest trace of her on me.
Letting out a breath, I stepped into my room.
"Guess we're not dying today, Varg," I muttered, flipping the switch on the wall. Light flooded the room, and I squinted, blinking a few times until my eyes adjusted.
"As if I'd let that happen," Varg grunted. "Havoc can't beat me. We've sparred before—it ended in a draw. So I don't see a reason to be scared of him."
Maybe. He had a point. Varg had held his own against Havoc once before. But that didn't mean Havoc couldn't rip him apart now if he wanted to.
Dante had been holding back. I was sure of it. He didn't want to kill his friend.
