Death. 
A heart wrenching or relieving experience that all have to face at some point in their existence. None are able to cheat or escape their inevitable demise, no matter how hard we fight. 
Yet one was lucky enough to bypass death's embrace. An action spelt the end for the soul that should have never been spared.

Hunted

("If this is some ruse you have to take him out, I'd love to be in on the plan here princess.") 


"Shut up, you have no proof he had anything to do with it." 


("I know even you can smell the blood that hangs off of his skin, the feeling of death that seeps through his skin. You said you'd trust me. I hope you don't plan on going against me, we both know that I can put you through a lot of pain if I choose to.") 


"If you put me through pain you'd feel it to dumbass." 


("You seem very sure of that. Should we put that to the test?") 


A sudden shiver ran through her body at the threatening tone of the purr running through her head. Tightly clenching her arm she lets out a sigh and turns back to face Dantae. His face remained cold as he watched her. His silent questions practically floating around his head. She shifted to the left of the bed and gestured for him to sit down with her. He silently sat, waiting for her to gain her thoughts. 


Chapter 8