dont know where the lights are taking us
but something in the night is dangerous
but something in the night is dangerous
It’s nothing more than coincidence that brings Wessex to this particular shadow-dipped courtyard. Mostly hidden by palm trees and their fronds, the demigod thinks it might be a quiet place to pass the time, to have a solid think about those body parts and the child Nate mentioned and other things well beyond her ken.
Turns out it’s already occupied - the occupier, however, is most unexpected. Oh, one might say they were bound to run into each other eventually, given their mutual circles and the amount of time the Wraith has been spending in Torchline. One might even say she’d even deliberately gone out of her way to avoid Samunel, because she knew she might not be able to control herself. The anger at his actions against their Lady, the pain from the loss of Clem, everything she’d been dying to do to him hasn’t diminished with time; it’s simmered, like the growing tensions of their world.
And he hasn’t helped his brothers and sisters. Not at all. Without her bow and arrow she’s at a disadvantaged. Perched atop the wall and perhaps even partially concealed by palm fronds, Wessex takes the knives from her boots - one from each - and after careful aim, hurls them at Sam’s torso.
Turns out it’s already occupied - the occupier, however, is most unexpected. Oh, one might say they were bound to run into each other eventually, given their mutual circles and the amount of time the Wraith has been spending in Torchline. One might even say she’d even deliberately gone out of her way to avoid Samunel, because she knew she might not be able to control herself. The anger at his actions against their Lady, the pain from the loss of Clem, everything she’d been dying to do to him hasn’t diminished with time; it’s simmered, like the growing tensions of their world.
And he hasn’t helped his brothers and sisters. Not at all. Without her bow and arrow she’s at a disadvantaged. Perched atop the wall and perhaps even partially concealed by palm fronds, Wessex takes the knives from her boots - one from each - and after careful aim, hurls them at Sam’s torso.
