Zara
I didn't breathe, not that I didn't want to, but I couldn't. The cloaked figure didn't move at first; he just stood there, his body angled ever so slightly toward me like a predator waiting for the prey to shift.
My palms began to sweat and my instincts jumped into work, they were screaming at me to run, but I was frozen in place. Trapped between the light behind me and the promise of death standing outside the chamber.
He didn't hesitate long. One moment, he was motionless, and the next, he had moved, fast, I mean, too fast.
I barely had time to duck as the blade slashed toward my throat. I threw myself backward, hitting the stone wall with a painful thud, gasping.
His hood fell back mid-strike, which clearly revealed he was human. I saw his eyes; flat, emotionless.
