“You!” I accused as I saw the weird stranger from the other day. The one born of darkness that existed in said darkness. The man-boy. He had a mischievous smile on his face that immediately made me think of the prince. I felt then that if the two of them were ever to meet, they could be good friends or great enemies.
I could tell just from his smile and the way he tilted his head and his eyes sparkled, that he was a troublemaker.
“Me.” He smirked, stepping closer to me. I stepped back. He paused, raised his hands up in the air and grinned broader. “Do you not trust me?” He asked, still grinning. The more he smiled, the more annoyed I felt, until I gnashed my teeth and forgot my fears.
“Am I supposed to trust you? I do not know who or what you are,” I said to him.
Your friend is her
