I stare at "Quill" with wide eyes, and his gaze meets mine. Now that I have a better look at him, I can see some differences from my Quill and this one.
Fake Quill looks exactly like my betrothed, but the coloring is off. More gray in his skin coloring, and his jade green eyes were so dark gray, they looked almost black.
As I wiped my clammy hands, Death raised his hand, forcing the fake Quill off the ground. Quill gripped his throat, suddenly making out loud noises, as spit sputtered out of his mouth.
Death was choking him!
My gaze met Death's, and he looked at me calmly, waiting. "Aren't you going0 to do anything? This is your future husband after all." Death said coolly, as Quill struggled to get air.
Fury at Death made everything clear, but the spark danced away from my grasp. Quill was reaching out to me, mouthing the word help and I felt useless.
