REXANNA
Rome wasn't built in a day.
She worked diligently to grab onto anything she could use, finding it easier now that with the bits and baubles within the scarf that if things did go south she’d have another weapon of sorts. She didn’t trust him in the slightest, and yet he didn’t appear to be a threat. She didn’t know where that left them toward each other, but she did know it made her somewhat uncomfortable to say the least. Regardless, she gathered her scavenged things and steps back toward Lucas and his gaze snaps to her neck and the bruising blossoming out from it. She allowed him to look before she hefted the small makeshift back and tied her scarf together to allow for her to place it onto her shoulder for easy carrying.But then he gave somewhat an apology and she shrugged slightly. “I don’t think you realized a lot of things that night.” She countered, coolly and collectively. “I asked how to help you and you just grabbed me and bit me.” She paused briefly, eyes flickering over Lucas for a moment before letting her eyes linger on his face. “I don’t remember much, but I do remember pushing you off and passing out on top of you. Then when I woke, you weren’t there and Bastien had found me.” Her voice was soft but it did hint at a bit of venom for being left like an empty bottle of wine discarded on a table for someone else to find.
“You could’ve killed me if I didn’t get you away, and by then it was too much taken.” Her head lifted high as he regarded him, despite his height difference to her. She didn’t want him to think she had enjoyed it; perhaps a bit at first before the panic had set in.
But it burned in one.
