Amaryilis
The smile that came across Rorick’s face sent a cold shiver down my spine. It was not like I knew him well, but it was times like these that Rorick seemed like an entirely different person. The look in his eyes was filled with bloodlust as there was almost a tangible shadow that descended upon his features. It was a look that if Father wore it I would avoid him at all costs.
I looked away from him and studied the trees lining the side of the road. This area was filled with evergreens. I felt like the smell of pine was a permanent fragrance in the air. My eyes studied the side of the busy road as cars drove by, rocking the car slightly as they pushed the air. As the seconds ticked by, I became increasingly aware of the fact that I was sitting alone in a car, in a foreign country
