And Should I Die, Please Never Lose That Spark
"I win," Loki said with a wicked smiled.
"You cheated," she spat.
"I never said I'd play fairly," he said, a hand twirling in her raven locks.
He watched her intensely, and she chose to remain silent. Lowering her gaze to the floor, she sneered.
It was puzzling and maddening. She loathed him for his lies yet fancied him for his cunning methods. And deep down she knew that had she have truly beaten him in this game of wits, then her fascination for him would've been lost, and his extraordinary and irresistible techniques would fade and dissolve into nothing.
