"You will have to kill me to get out?" Arawn repeated with a smirk, measuring her from top to bottom. He closed the door behind him and ambled to sit on the sofa, his leather boots soft on the wooden floor.
Elize watched him with caution as she took a step back. Her back collided with the counter table. She watched the man with wide eyes as she held the edge of the table, her claws digging in it.
Arawn put his legs up on the table, crossed his arms across his chest and jerked his chin in the direction of the chair opposite him for her to sit. Looking at his casual disposition in which she didn't read any threat, she walked towards the chair with extreme caution and then sat down. She crossed her legs and pulled her shawl tightly around her. She waited for him to speak as every part of her body tensed. Arawn tilted his head and curiosity was apparent on his face. Elize didn't feel any anger or rage from him or that he didn't like her.
