Fighter.
Emmaline’s POV I couldn’t see his face but I had spent the last few years hating the voice now echoing in my ears. It was unmistakable. He wasn’t even phased by my attack which worried me. My only weapon was gone and it didn’t even seem to hurt him. “What the hell are you doing Stephan? Why am I here?” My voice is much louder than I anticipated but it was mostly due to me trying to mask my fear. “Oh Emma Emma Emma.. that’s a complicated question.” He slowly walked to the end of the bed and paced in front of it grabbing both end posts and leaning in towards me. I could finally see his face in the light from the corner lamp. He looked awful. His eyes were sunken in and his skin was so pale he looked ghostly. My stab wound was almost fully healed but I could still make out the small circul
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