“I’m not going to stab you, Seth.” I said, moving my head sideways and regarding him with a sly smile.
We were on the pathway of the thick woods that led to the cathedral Pandora had made her base. The crickets were loud, the darkness thick, and the vegetation of the woods wild and alive.
Seth led the way through, making a path in front of me. But then every now and then, he’d cast a distrustful and suspicious glance my way.
If I ever even had any intentions of stabbing him in the back —literally, not just figuratively, the fact that he kept glancing back would make it less fun and near impossible.
He ignored my comment, and we kept going in silence, but he lessened the frequency of his distrustful glances.
“How do you plan to kill her?” He asked, his tone sounding dismissive and unin
