CH 11- Threat
Preston's POV:
I had found Robin at the balcony above and lost in her thoughts. The silk gauze hood she wore did little to hide the golden highlights of her hair. And her eyes! They were every bit as blue as the clear sky after the rain.
Her cheeks were brushed with rose, her brows and lashes startling ebony against her snowy complexion. He nose was in perfect proportion with her heart-shaped face, narrow and flaring only in the nostrils. Her mouth was small, but the lips were full.
One of the seniors Clerics that still had not reached the First Class rank watched me with his face displaying no emotion at all.
"Her mother as the rumors were saying descended from the Dark Folk, golden skin race all what I've been told. She is beautiful, isn't she, despite the fact she favors the peace over a bloodshed, or what I had been told, and untouchable for she is an Acolyte."
"Tell me Brandt why are you so interested in her?" this took him by a surprise when I asked him.
"Mind your words, Cleric." His eyes were cold and then he walked away not so pleased at all, but at least, I knew that I have to keep him away from Robin for she might end up in a danger.
Later that evening upon the return to home, Robbie my son informed me that Robin had called asking to for me and he told me that I was not aveable at the moment so when I came back I would call her back. I began to wonder why would she want to talk to me now?
Robin's POV:
I still in my office when a call came and I was sure that it was faithful Cleric. Without a hesitation I picked the phone and answered, I was melting slightly at the sound of his voice:
"Robbie told me that you've called, so I am returning the call. Is it everything all right?"
"Everything is fine really, I just wanted to know how are you since we had not spoke to each other way too long. I am sure you do not mind me calling at your home."
"Not at all, at least I know that you are alright and that all matters to me."
"I wanted to speak to you earlier today, but I had been tied down with the some paper work and by a time I had was ready to see you, Partridge told me that you had already left so I called your home instead."
"I've heard the phone ring, but I came too late but it was good to know that we still talking."
"I know, I just wanted to have some time for myself after what had happened it just was not when I am used to."
"I understand that we are two completely different worlds."
"It is a such irony." My ears caught the sound of approaching footsteps." Anyway, I should let you go I need to finish something."
"All right, I will see you tomorrow," And with that a line was broken.
The footstep stopped at once the conversation was over but I was sure who ever it was there was not going away that easily. Gripping my dagger, that was only thing that could use for my protection I knew it would not work against the Cleric at all. As the shadow closed in, I did not hesitate at all to fight back.
The dagger hit something and the blood splattered around and I heard a curse coming from darkness. The lights came up and when I was finally being able to see a Cleric stood before me his expression deadly holding his bleeding hand.
"You will pay for this," Brandt spoke the gun slipped into his free hand." I would enjoy killing you for good Acolyte."
