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"I like you, in my t-shirt." his voice was low. Dark. Hot.
"I prefer it on the bedroom floor." I tease, although, it wasn't really a joke.
"Ah, you make this so hard for me." he sounded angry, yet he never raised his voice.
"What's...
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The fear I felt when I heard that gun was like nothing I've every experienced. Every memory, good and bad, flashed before my eyes. Every moment that had ever meant anything to me, I saw, circling in my mind.
I wouldn't call it a near death experience, as the gun wasn't aimed at me, however I was none the wiser when the bullet flew through the air.
My initial fear was proven wrong as I glanced around only to find myself enclosed in Elijah's hold.
My head was lost. I couldn't see and could only hear muffled sounds. I guess it was just my bodies reaction to the sound of something that can cause so much damage.
But I was shaken out of my own dismay when I felt a large hand cup my cheek.
"You're alright principessa." He whispered my eyes meeting with Elijah's.
I exhaled in relief before frantically searching the remainder of the room. I looked over his shoulder and was met with the unexpected view of Ana, with a gun in her hands.
Ana had never minded violence, as long as she wasn't the forefront of it. She could watch it, she could plan it, she could even teach people how to use it to their advantage, yet she had never unnecessarily used it.
She'd stabbed a few people and hit them in self defence, but she'd never brutally injured anyone with her own two hands. It just wasn't something she felt comfortable doing, and I completely understand it.
Yet now, she's standing, albeit with tears in her eyes, with a gun in her hand, after she just shot Miguel in cold blood.
A devilish sense of pride washed over me that I quickly shook off. Her hands were shaking like a leaf yet not an ounce of regret or guilt swam in her eyes.
She smiled lightly through her tears before taking here eyes of Miguel's pale, lifeless body that sagged against its restraints.
"Ana-" I whispered.
"Sorry." She replied, "I had to."
"Hunny, I would have done it, you know that, you didn't have to do something that makes you uncomfortable just for me." I reassured her, placing my hand on her upper arm.
She sighed, sending me a weak smile.
"But I did. I had to C. The amount of times you have killed people who hurt me is uncanny. I owe it to you, for all the times you've protected me, to save you from the one thing you fear most."
