So this is fear? Why did it feel so different… so sweet?
My heart dipped in the most pleasurable way as Zanifar pressed against his chin, lifting his head so I could gaze into his yellow eyes. No...That was a lie… I wanted to see the beautiful fire of fear blazing so elegantly.
"Who sent you?"
"Please…"
"Shhhh. You only need to say yes or no. Now. Were you sent to kill me?"
Sweat oozing over his olive-colored skin, he shook. " No."
"Kidnapped?"
"Yes."
"By the Redmanes?"
"No."
A lie. Interesting… This empath shit might be useful. I just somehow know when he's lying.
"Please… I'm… losing too much… blood." Pleaded the Assassin, reaching out, but Zanifar was quick as it pressed tighter against his neck, finding blood.
