Noah's teeth were still clenched and so were his fists, and that too after two minutes of Kael having left the area.
He had wanted to appear indifferent, but once again... Kael's face... his voice... the way in which he uttered the words from his 'privileged' and 'self-entitled' mouth, made Noah incapable of holding back his inner emotions.
"Why?!"
Noah couldn't understand it.
Why was it that every time Kael always seemed to be able to get an edge in their confrontation or whatever it was that now tended to happen between the two of them?
He didn't like to lose, even if it was in a war of words, but every time he tried to win... Kael would push him further into the abyss of defeat.
Taking a deep breath, Noah closed his eyes for a moment before letting out the breath and calming his emotions, which had touched their extreme for a brief second.
'I am not losing again.'
Lowering his gaze, Noah stared at the sword in his hand as he tightened his grip over its hilt.
