bottom of the deep blue sea

Phoebe I know I am good at something, I just haven't found it yet His movements were predatory, threatening dangerous – truly dangerous because what could she do to act against him? Nothing. Truly nothing. And yet his actions failed to rouse anything in her. Honeyed eyes looked up at him, wide but empty. No fear. No remorse. No sorrow. Nothing. As devilish as he was with horns and claws, she could not muster a single proper emotion to suit the situation. ”I will put it in my vows.” she said, a bit dryly, unmoving as his claws scratched at the skin beneath her jaw. But in the three days leading up to the wedding? In the time when he still had a chance to back out and run? Well…she wouldn’t say anything about what she would or wouldn’t accuse him of in that time.