Leo came forward as I laid in the same position,
(Why is he coming this way?)
Leo came forward and paused, seeing my state, observing it as his eyes fall upon the tattoo.
(Shit the tattoo!)
And after a few seconds a cloak drops on top of my body as Leo turns around, his voice cold like stone,
"Let's go.."
I stand up and snuggle inside the cloak, as I follow him. The feeling was strange, really strange.
(How come, the person who wants me dead is saving me from danger.)
The feeling didn't really sit right with me
The soft rustling of fabric reached my ears as I stepped into the large, lavishly decorated chamber of our ship's bedroom. The ship was enormous, its design both sleek and regal, crafted for the highest of society.
