Faye

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essed about being attacked, but because I had Guards posted in my room. In my room. Cal has been beating himself up over this all morning. Dawn may have just broken, but we’ve been up f

fine,” I snap. “He

woke Cal to find him threatening me. He wants to be here. That’s the frightening part. Cal crouches in front of me. I’ve taken a place up against

n another world. I want to ask him how

is trial which is being scheduled,” Cal exclaims, attempting to sound reassu

whisper of his gloves on my neck, my shoulder and my arm. His voice in my ear. I never imag

about what he intended to do,” Cal warns. “Trust

tened to me explain the law. The fact that he didn’t kill me, that instead, he opted to wak

knowing it's not an option. That's the reaction I expected from him. He's been given the order to guard my life with his own, and

to do that,” he exclaims uneasily, his h

feet. “I don’t want to hear about any of this for the res

make my way out of the room. He waits

*

here are people mulling around. Especially Cal, who’s tea I drugged, so he would sleep sou

ys the risk of coming down here, with some of the Guards blessings, to be attac

ainst the smooth concrete floor, ice cold, but I pass it off. I’m on a mission right now. A single ke

go about this meeting. All I know, is that I want to look into those dark eyes again, and find out the true meaning behind them. Plus, he’s been stripped of hi

your prints. So it has me begging the questions, who is he? Where did he come from? I found his cell right in the middle

I think, as I douse the shadows within the small cell with light, the switch by the lock givi

look at me once. I’m stuck for words. They let him keep his clothes, which are dark, le

urmur under my breath, “d

inch. The door slides to my left, open the door widely. He doesn’t move. He remains sitting there, testing my trust, trying to see if there is a

od. That might be an over exaggeration, but when I hear about a face carved from the Moon itself, I imagine this man. There’s something so angelic and pure about

ection of myself… I mustn’t have seen his hair last night, because I would have remembered. It’s obsidian black and wavy, as if his hea

speak to me,” I say flatly, attempting to matc

o his hair. Now that I look closer, it seem damp.

will not get out of alive, trust me,” I say firmly, raising my eyebrows at him. He inhales softly, whic

you one, if you don’t speak up,” I say coyly, trying to lure him to saying something. Any

amantly. “How do

witches.

o be too original.” He makes his first movement. With a forward lean, he places the tip of his gloved finger to the ground, and d

he single letter, a chill runs down my bare arms. Not from th

e already, and you can understand how I want answers,” I say. “

e. Even now, I sit here, no Guards near, completely unarmed and at his mercy. He can kill me right now, take the key, and escape. Like the other night, he doesn’t touch me. I watch his ga

it comes to things like this, I should never be trusted. Because without a flicker of doub

then, let