I take a couple of steps and position myself on Ravenna Pisano’s left. The moment she feels my presence, she freezes, every muscle pulled tight in recoil.
“Please, move back,” she says, and, for a second, I’m taken aback by how young she sounds. But then her words sink in and disgust overwhelms me. I take a step back. Of course, she can’t have her regal sight tainted by the likes of me. It’s pathetic how entitled people sometimes forget that they are not so different from the rest of us. Especially as they bleed.
I wonder if she’ll feel the same when her blood runs down her slender neck after I cut it open.
Ravenna
I take a deep breath and keep my eyes fixated on the wall across from me. It’s a technique I’ve adopted recently to keep my eyes from wandering and meeting a man’s stare
