MARISSA
Rot, desperation, and sweat clung to the rogue's den. A lantern dangled from the ceiling, the flame dancing, casting grotesque lights that whirled around the walls. Even the sharpest of wolves shouldn't be able to track me down because I cowered in the blackest corner and was concealed under a spell. Lucy was cold and imperious, and her voice sliced through the tense air like a knife. Do you all realize how important this mission is? She strode ahead of the rouges and inquired. The stiletto heels clanged ominously as they struck the stone floor. Grayson replied, "Yes, Queen Lucy," with a display of bravado. Even where I was, I could observe the shaking in his hands as he attempted to hide his fear.
Lucy curled her lip into a sneer heavy with sarcasm and hissed. "Your number one p
