Ramose crawled back to his feet, blood pooling at his feet, he staggered towards his mate.
"Versailles..." The barely audible whisper passed through his blood-soaked lips, reaching her ears.
The girl shivered, her body trembling. The voice of the male tugged at her heart, sending pain shooting her being. She stared at the bleeding, stumbling figure in a daze, trying to remember why she was attacking him.
'Who is he?'
She wondered in confusion. She did not know the male, yet her heart hurt on seeing him. She did not know why he was looking at her like she should have known him. Why his dark eyes were pleading at her to see him!
She could not understand why she felt like she was in a maze, so lost in the dark she was, that she could not see the truth before her eyes.
But she knew in her gut that she was missing something very important. An important piece of her puzzled existence.
'Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!'
