Syria’s POV
“You’re such a pain and bothersome…reminds me of someone.”
There was a pause.
“Oh right, just like your dad.”
Her voice was sharp and merciless it cut through my heart.
I didn’t turn around right away. I could feel her eyes on me. I know it’s filled with nothing but rage and a twisted sort of satisfaction that she finally caught me and I am unarmed.
I tilted my head just enough to see her standing there, gripping a knife tightly in her right hand.
But she didn’t step closer.
She just stood, watching me, taking her time to enjoy it.
“If your father hadn’t stepped in back then,” she said slowly, every word was laced with venom, “you would’ve been gone long ago!”
My body froze, goosebumps rushing over me.
I looked down at Kael, he’s still limped in my arms, unconscious
