Chapter 162. And I Just Sat There, Helpless

Athena

Vic turned and even through the blood trickling from his nose I could see his smirk. "Prove it, sweetheart. Accidents happen."

"Accident?" The word came out sharp. "You sped up into him."

"He was in my way."

"He'd already won. He'd already crossed the finish line."

"So?" Vic pulled off his helmet and spit blood. "He humiliated me. Made me look like a fool in front of everyone."

"You ARE a fool," Sarah said, appearing beside me. Her voice was shaking but her eyes were fierce.

"He got what he deserved," Vic said. "Thinking he's so much better than everyone else, showing off, making the rest of us look bad."

"He IS better than you," I said. "He's better than all six of you combined and you can't stand it."

"Won't matter if he's dead," Vic shrugged, actually shrugged, like Tristan's life meant nothing.

I wanted to kill, to suck the filthy life off him.

The violence in my chest exploded outward and