ZEDKIEL.
She had remained silent, even when I took her back to my room. It was almost as if she was in shock, or too stunned to react. I wasn’t sure.
I had seen the hatred in her eyes when she had seen the mark and for a moment I wondered if I did something wrong… but she was mine, and if I wanted to mark her, I could. But it still irked me, her reaction, knowing that she feared and hated me.
I haven’t given her a reason to be scared. I haven’t ripped her to shreds. She displayed more spunk in front of others–for others. But when it came to me, she was terrified.
“From this day on I want your mark to be seen. Keep your hair up. I want that mark on display.” I said coldly, wondering what the Oracle meant by ‘we meet again.’
She stared back at me unblinking, once again that intrigued me
