“Oh this is far from over, my little darling,” said a voice that sent a wave of dread through Zya"s entire being, a voice she had hoped she would never hear again. She turned back to be confronted by Frilzae and his two lackeys. Zya reached for her dagger, but as she started to move, she found two sword points levelled at her. Frilzae was unarmed, but was not afraid to let others do his dirty work, it seemed. “My dear Zya, I am so glad to find you here.” Frilzae sounded calm and confident. His voice was better suited to a snake, but his look of sweaty nervousness had disappeared. He looked Zya over with the gaze of a predator about to pounce, eager for the kill. Whereas before, Frilzae had left her feeling uncomfortable, now he made her feel n***d. It was a feeling she hoped she did not ha
