Author's point of view
Lysander's eyes slid to her. He saw the horror written on her face. Her hands clutched at her chest, her eyes wide and shining with terror. She looked at him as if he were a monster under her bed that came to life.
"Good, let her see." He said internally with merciless clarity. "Let her understand."
It's a good thing she's afraid of him. That is exactly what she should feel.
He turned away from her, to let her be. He had shown her the truth, the blood-soaked weight of standing by his side. She would either run, or she would break. Both were acceptable by him.
But before his boots reached the splintered doorway, he felt her thin arms wrap around his waist as she hugged him tightly from behind.
He could feel her body shaking. Her sobs soaking into the fabri
