{ Sooner or later, everyone sits down to a banquet of consequences ~ Robert Louis Stevenson }
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"You've been so focused on your revenge, Aila.. That you didn't notice who is surrounding you.."
Aila stared back into the deep depths of Silas' black eyes; a slither of amusement flashed across those pits from the words he spoke. Though the look on his face was chilling, he was in no position to act like a crazy mastermind, planning to be exactly where he was- held by the back of his head in front of her like a rag doll. His words, however, only made her fearful for a fraction, but one look at Gabriel and Luther's clothes at killing 200 hunters in the time it took them to search the building, didn't even make her flinch.
