A/N: So, this is the first story….in years….that I have written in third person. Please let me know if you prefer my third person view to my first person (which is how all my other stories are written). Your input is very valuable because it will help me decide on which way I should write my novel. Thx and enjoy ^_^
"Love?!" She practically yelled. "Ha! That's not even a word where I'm from. How can I feel something that doesn't exist?" She snarled.
He held his hands up. "Don't lose your temper." Then he looked at her gravely. "You're saying that your country doesn't have love?" He asked, his turn to be doubtful.
"I find it's impossible for humans to comprehend Menzoberranzan with just mere words." Cyra sat down again, calmer. Havoc had that affect on her.
"No, I suppose not since you're not making any sense."
"I could show you, but we need to go somewhere your friends can't find us." As if the thought just occurred to her, she opened the door and peeked out. Seeing no one but staff, Cyra shut the door quietly, slinking back in as only she could do.
"So they didn't release you." It was a statement more than a question. He rubbed his eyes. "As you can see, I'm not walking anywhere."
Cyra thought for a moment, and then walked over so the bed was between her and the door, and knelt on the floor.
She sat there for a moment, trying to clear her spiraling thoughts. If she did this, she would be leaving herself utterly defenseless while military were, no doubt, looking for her. That very thought would never have crossed her mind if she were still back home, yet something about this man compelled her…could it really be love?
She quickly shook her head, dislodging the thought, and then took a deep breath. "No matter what," She grabbed his hand. "Don't let go of me." She slowly closed her eyes.
"Wha-?" Havoc said as she became limp, her head falling to rest on the corner of the bed. Without letting go with his right hand, he tried to reach over to shake her, but he couldn't move his arm. His pulse quickened as he tried to lift his other, but it was to no avail. He lay there, paralyzed, he realized. An ironic smile crept to his face.
