There was silence.
“What do you want?”
“I do not know.”
Belladonna frowned.
“Is that an answer to both questions?”
“Indeed.”
Well, that didn't make any sense.
“Why did you take me?”
He turned to her now and something about that made her halt in her action of trying to get her blood dagger.
“Because you did not die. I touched you and you did not die.”
There was silence for only a moment; that was all Belladonna could spare herself to think. Time, after all, wasn't on her side.
*You need help. My help.”
He said nothing and that only infuriated her. She couldn't see his facial expression, not with him retaining the image of an undead warrior. If he was still in the image of Jyris, at least she would be able to figure out some of his thoughts.
