I know it. Now that he saw me, he too was scared of me or was he. After all, no one had ever looked at me that way before. My heart started to beat even faster. I could not explain how the feeling of my hand made me feel safe.
“I couldn’t do this.
Waite. Please don’t go.
Don’t you get it? Don’t you see what I am? I am a monster. This mark here is a construct.
I know.
Do you know?
You're here for my life right.”
I couldn’t believe what he just said. He knew but he was not running instead he was trying to get closer to me. But why. Most people usually do everything in their power to stay alive. So, why. He reached out and grabbed my arm so we were face to face again. He then reached down and pulled a dagger from his shoe. I tried to pull my arm away from him but what he did next completely caught me off guard. He ran the blade across the palm of his other hand, squeezing a drop of blood on to mark my arm. At first, it stung but then it began to fade. Waite, it was fading but how. The contract was for his death.
“ Don’t you know there is more than one way to do something. So, now won’t you tell me your name?
But how did you know that would work.
I didn’t. I just took a leap of faith. So, what’s your name?
It’s Melany.”