They were at school camp... Agnes had been seeing a boy for nearly eight months—he was sort of her boyfriend—but there was undoubtedly someone who disliked him enough to want to strangle him. Yet... why would anyone do that? Especially when overwhelming emotions would once again suppress that strange, ridiculous feeling trying to surface from deep within.

There was a boy named Liam—charming and kind, with a broad smile and relatively long black hair. He was big and muscular, treated Agnes with great affection, and was admired by everyone.

Killian knew—or at least sensed—the truth of the matter. Experience had taught him that, nine times out of ten, boys were only interested in playing around and having fun with girls—nothing more. The mere thought of someone other than himself wanting to "play" with Agnes made him feel as though someone was trying to ruin his favorite toy

But he said nothing... what was there to say? At the very least, he didn't say anything to Agnes—for she would look at him with a mix of innocence and loathing, insisting that he only wanted to hurt her and had no right to speak to him that way just because he disliked Liam.

Yet, that didn't mean he wouldn't belittle, taunt, or even threaten Liam. And for his part, Liam was in the arena, too; he wasn't the type to back down from a fight. When he wanted something, he made it his own—that was his rule.

Present Time

Everyone had gathered around the campfire... the air was cool... Killian had managed to bring alcohol; he gave the administrator and teachers no room to object—even silencing them—and everyone was drinking... except Agnes...

Agnes was sitting on a log next to Liam... as Liam drank, he ran his free hand along Agnes's bare thighs... while Killian could only smirk and mock them.

A little later, the others started a game of Truth or Dare...

After a few rounds... the bottle landed on Liam and Agnes's best friend.

Liam stood up and, stumbling in his drunkenness, made his way toward another girl—his ex—and leaned in to kiss her deeply. It was as if Agnes’s soul had left her body; her eyes went wide, and everyone else shifted their shocked gazes toward her... everyone, that is, except Killian.