Such With Warmth
Disclaimer: The usual….blah blah blah
"Farferello untie me right now!" Angel was in the plain white gown that she had never wanted to see again in her life. Her straight black hair was piled around her face. That eerie laugh came.
"You know very well I can't do that, Angel. This gives me a reason to inflict pain." As he finished tying her hands a man about 5'7 came in. His brown hair was cut short, a few strands falling into his gray-blue eyes. He walked over to Farferello, but his eyes stayed on Angel.
"I don't think she want you very much, Farfie," he said, his voice was husky and sounded British. "If you kill her, she won't come back. The magic of the prophecy is gone. Get a new toy." He moved to undo the ties, but Farferello stopped him.
"I don't want a new toy, Tal. I want her."
"You want her dead?"
"Sooner or later…yes."
"Brad should be on his way back. Why don't you leave your toy to me until you need to kill her."
"Do you mind not calling me Farferello's toy? It's very disturbing."
"Sorry Pet. I didn't think you cared."
"Fine, Tal. Since you're new I'll give you this little favor and not kill you."
"I'm honored." Farferello slammed the door shut after him. "Such a temper. Let me get you out of those." He moved forward and untied her hands. Angel sat up and rubbed her wrists.
"Thanks, but why are you helping me?"
"My good deed for the day, Pet. Plus I couldn't let Farfie kill you. Not just yet."
"Okay. I understand why Farferello wants me here. What I don't understand id why Crawford still wants Tanis."
"Brad is in love."
"But the magic isn't…oh! But Tanis loves Aya!"
"Loved is probably the best word to use now." Tal moved down the table and untied her legs. Angel slips off the table and stares at Tal.
"Why don't you want Farferello to kill me yet?"
"Lets just say I want a favor."
Disclaimer: The usual….blah blah blah
"Farferello untie me right now!" Angel was in the plain white gown that she had never wanted to see again in her life. Her straight black hair was piled around her face. That eerie laugh came.
"You know very well I can't do that, Angel. This gives me a reason to inflict pain." As he finished tying her hands a man about 5'7 came in. His brown hair was cut short, a few strands falling into his gray-blue eyes. He walked over to Farferello, but his eyes stayed on Angel.
"I don't think she want you very much, Farfie," he said, his voice was husky and sounded British. "If you kill her, she won't come back. The magic of the prophecy is gone. Get a new toy." He moved to undo the ties, but Farferello stopped him.
"I don't want a new toy, Tal. I want her."
"You want her dead?"
"Sooner or later…yes."
"Brad should be on his way back. Why don't you leave your toy to me until you need to kill her."
"Do you mind not calling me Farferello's toy? It's very disturbing."
"Sorry Pet. I didn't think you cared."
"Fine, Tal. Since you're new I'll give you this little favor and not kill you."
"I'm honored." Farferello slammed the door shut after him. "Such a temper. Let me get you out of those." He moved forward and untied her hands. Angel sat up and rubbed her wrists.
"Thanks, but why are you helping me?"
"My good deed for the day, Pet. Plus I couldn't let Farfie kill you. Not just yet."
"Okay. I understand why Farferello wants me here. What I don't understand id why Crawford still wants Tanis."
"Brad is in love."
"But the magic isn't…oh! But Tanis loves Aya!"
"Loved is probably the best word to use now." Tal moved down the table and untied her legs. Angel slips off the table and stares at Tal.
"Why don't you want Farferello to kill me yet?"
"Lets just say I want a favor."