A searing pain strikes my heart at the thought. This is just making me realize all the more how much I will never earn his heart. Instead of crying from the heartache, I steel myself and glare at Calais.
"I didn't know that generals are allowed to take part," I say instead.
"You might kill the others if I don't agree with this," he answers. "I am sorry."
He's not sorry. He needs to do this just so I won't gain a high score. He's the only one with the right skills to stop me. If he is my attacker, I might become soft on him… All because he knows I love him.
"Unlike last time, I won't hold back my magic," I warn him.
For the first time, I find a smile on his face. "I am prepared for that. I still remember the time we had practice. You pummeled me then."
I don't respond to his smile, which erases his. "Are you ready?" I ask. "Right now, I am angry at you. I might kill you."