Daeron Wayland POV

Dixie, our escort, seemed to be giving Rhaenys a glare. I would be too after the scene she made during the reaping. She's insane, she's a Herondale.

Sitting across from me was the girl I vowed to kill. I know it might not be a good idea to plan so far ahead in the games, but I know I must avenge my sister.

"You have hardly touched your food Daeron!" exclaimed Dixie, "Are you feeling alright? Nerves before the games are completely normal. Speaking of which, you volunteered didn't you? Might I ask why? Did you happen to know Griffin? Or did you just want all the glory to yourself?"

"I'd like to keep my reasons to myself Dixie," I say, rising from the table. "I'll catch up with you later."

"Daeron! Scorpii wants to meet you before you go to bed! Don't you want to meet your mentor?"

I shun Dixie and make my way to my room, where I collapse on my bed. Before long, I hear my door open and close. Somebody has seemed to stepped in.

"Not very happy are you?" asked Rhaenys, who stood there, back against my door. "For somebody who willingly brought this up I mean. You could have avoided this entirely! Yet for some unknown reason, you raised your hand high in the sky."

"Will you get out, Herondale?" I say, "I want to be alone."

"Can't I at least meet the guy I'm going to be with the next couple of days?" she asked, "If your skipping out on meeting Scorpion or whoever the heck he is, then I am too."

"You can do that in your own room."

"I wouldn't have anybody to talk to in that case. Would be kinda lonely don't you think?"

I look up at her face. She looks like her father. I think of Althea, and the man that killed her. This was that man's offspring. I couldn't stand looking at the creature!

"I told you to get out, Herondale!" I scream. I fling a pillow across the room, and it misses her face.

"Nice try," she laughs, "But you can't get rid of a Herondale that easily."

My anger overcomes me and I charge towards her, shoving her into the wall. I hear her head thumb as it hits against the door. She screams for a split second then shoves me back.

"WHAT THE F*CK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING YOU RETARD!" she screams, "ARE YOU TRYING TO GET US KILLED!"

"If that's what it takes," I tell her, punching her in the stomach. "I'm sure daddy would be so proud of you, killing another tribute before the games even begin. I kinda doubt my parents wouldn't care, as long as it's you I'm killing."

"What are you talking about retard!" she screams, "Your not making any sense!"

"I want my sister back," I say, before knocking her onto the ground, "I'll do whatever it takes to avenge her."

"Your going to kill me then?" she asks, "For your sister? I didn't even know your sister. I barely even know you! I have no idea what's going on!"

"ASK YOUR FREAKING FATHER WHAT'S GOING ON! ASK THAT MAN WHY I WANT TO MAKE YOUR FAMILY SUFFER! ASK HIM WHY YOUR BEING PUNISHED!"

"Are you trying to tell me that my dad killed your sister?" she asked, rising from the ground. "And your blaming me for it? Does that seem logical?"

I lunge at her once more, but she pushes me back and pins me against the wall.

"If you think I am associated with that man and what he does," she begins, "You are gladly mistaken. And if you want to kill me, then I want to kill you. Hows that? A race to see who kills the other first."

"I can live with that."

Rhaenys throws me away from the door, "I'll be saving my knife for you kid," she says, closing the door behind her.

I just made a deal of death with Rhaenys Herondale.