xiii.
Bright eyes stared up at him after
a few moments, not sure how to take things, what to say now – he'd done
something she'd not seen coming, and…
Though part of her was waiting for
the other shoe to fall, so to speak, Brianna bit her lip, still silent.
He's not sure why he's letting her
live moments longer, after what she'd done, the flash of light that had
scorched like the sun, the one wild moment of majick that threw him into
a near-frenzy – the one wild moment that had brought him to this.
She'd drawn her own lines of battle
now, even if she didn't realize it.
The lines had been drawn, and there was no way out now.
"Princess…"
"Why do you insist on calling me
that?" Crossing her arms, Brianna backed away from him once more,
confusion on her face, but a little bit of that hidden fury as well – she
wasn't as sweet and innocent as she let on…
Or maybe she was.
-*-
"You have to understand something…"
"What do I have to understand?
You were going to rip my head off and leave me dead in an alleyway, then
suddenly, you feel the need to play tonsil hockey? I don't get it.
I just…"
Was there any way to really explain
it? She had been certain of her death only what seemed a few short
moments ago, and now…
It seemed the both of them were confused about something, and…
-*-
He was growing more and more impatient
with her, it was obvious. She kept talking in circles, saying she
didn't understand how she was capable of doing anything, and everytime
it came back to what had happened…
She was exceedingly vague.
There was an explanation, and she
knew it – damn it. She wasn't supposed to be playing these games
with him, wasn't supposed to…
She was supposed to die easily.
Not lead him on these journeys where his soul…
Wasn't supposed to go.
It wasn't supposed to be there.
And now – he was…
Kill her. Now. Before
she realizes what she's done.