Third Person Narrative
Blake paces the living room in his cabin wondering, did I make the right decision with Israel? Was she expecting my child? Is she some kind of creature? Because if she has magical powers, she's not considered a human right?"
Ugh, all these questions make my head hurts. He mumbled profanity.
Knock knock, a sound came from the cabin door, who could that be? Besides no one knows I own a cabin in the wood, He asked himself reaching for his pistol that was placed on the table. Checking if it was fully loaded he makes his way to the door with his pistol.
Peeping through the peephole on the door he saw Killian's stature with a bag in his hand scanning the area, cautiously he unlocked his door which causes a sound. When Killian heard the padlock creak he turned around swiftly.
"Thank God." Was all he let out with a looked of relief on his face.
"Killian, what are you doing here?" Blake questioned searching Killian's eyes.
