#Chapter204
The Queen-03
Althea Zoella Castellanos Silvermoon
But he still dares to speak. Still, he defies me. /"I’m afraid I cannot do so./"
And I start to shake in fury, my eerie set of eyes, staked on his bare neck as his head remains attached to the ground. My heaving lungs audibly loud as an unknown anger starts to form within my soul which was turning as dark as the smoke flaming out of me.
/"Take…me…/"
But even through all this rage, this fire, this hate, I still feel it.
I feel him.
The soft touch against my back, delicate and tender, as if scared to break me.
/"…home…/"
Even through this darkness hovering over my body, I feel the small spark upon the lightest of his touch. And I halt. I halt as my conscious once again starts to return and I remember who I was and where I stand.
