Nadir shifted and grabbed me by the throat with his mouth, making it impossible to break free. I half-expected him to choke me to death, or else, feed me to the wolves.
I desired at least a reason or explanation for all the darkness but the haunting was so utterly morbid that I wondered to myself if maybe I was darker and more enchanting than I ever would have dared to dream.
It was certainly a chore to have to explain myself.
So that's why I chose physical battle instead. It was on.
“What the h*ll do you want with Christian?" Nadir's voice broke into my mind.
I could feel him, demented and pained, sucking the very life and soul out of me.
His eyes pored through me luminously, yet darkly. This was certainly the true meaning of war.
That is, until Christian shot up from where he l
