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Chapter 6.
The whispers are growing louder.
I watch from below. She follows him closely, whispering in his ear; His fists clench in irritation.
He stares out amongst the basilica, His brow furrows as sadness passes briefly over his normally expressionless features.
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He's sleeping; at least that's what he wants me to believe. His breathing isn't deep enough.
"Why do you pretend?" I quietly ask, running my fingers along a dresser. The figures carved along its edges, are those of the fallen previous Lord Marshals. The twisted and tormented bodies that mark great battles, send my thoughts to another time, many years ago. I was different then.
I turn just in time to catch the silver slivers that are cast in my direction.
"They are going to act tonight."
A slight nod is his response. His stare is different. I know something is on his mind.
"What is it?" I ask, making my way to the foot of the colossal bed. It makes it seem as if he is part of an optical illusion. Even with his immense size, this bed makes him look tiny by comparison.
Slowly he sits up, swinging his legs over the edge. His muscles are tense; an extremely faint growl escaped his parted lips as he stood.
"Why Kyra? I've asked you before, I expect an answer this time."
"I want what you have."
A glint of metal flashes at his side.
His swiftness has always amazed me, but this time it is directed towards me; my back to the wall, shiv at my throat, his arm across my chest.
The hatred within his quicksilver eyes spoke volumes, as to the level of his rage.
My breathing became ragged, like I couldn't catch my breath. His strong muscular frame pushing on mine.
Disappearing from his grasp, he roared. He obviously misunderstood me.
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