ZEDKIEL.
I stare at her, my heart rate quickening. Of all things, I wasn’t expecting her to say that… but her words shook me and not because of the reason behind her fear of me, but because it aligned with what occurred in the Chamber of Truth. The ominous warning that took place at my Blood Ritual, to kill the woman with hair as dark as night, skin as pale as snow and eyes the colour of the bird of night…
I would end up killing her? I scrub my hand down my face, trying to remain emotionless.
I look at her as she sits there, trying to stifle her tears; I can’t imagine myself killing her… Not her. Anyone but her.
But I’ve already hurt her before… My Lycan is always fighting to come forward when she is around, wanting to devour her… but I know that despite that, I wouldn’t have hurt her
