Skye felt a jolt of fear surge through her, but stood her ground against the man of her nightmares. The seemingly innocent nickname was what the dark man from her dreams called her, and this was the second time that Marco had called her by it. As the door to the King's quarters creaked open, Skye glared at her brother-in-law..
"I think yer tryin' ta get him killed, and I'm here ta tell ya that he's not the one that'll die.."
Marco smirked at Skye as the guard stood in the doorway with a confused expression. He wanted to continue their little back and forth, but he had limited time, and needed to tweak the hold he had on his father before leaving. After acknowledging the guard, Marco locked eyes with Skye as he replied; "My dear, sweet Skye: I look forward to seeing which one of us will succeed first.."
"Please, feel free ta hold yer breath," Skye snipped before she turned and left.
