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"Too much of anything is dangerous, my love."
Angry Darkness and Gentle Movements
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He caught it.
Heart pounding erratically in my chest, I moved swiftly so my back was no longer to him, but my dagger still remained at his son's throat. Glass crackled beneath my knee high combat boots, breaking the predatory silence.
I squatted like a feline animal, looking up at the male under my shadowed hood, breathing in the twinge of fear and anger that shimmered from his frozen form.
My dagger was still poised in his hand, exactly where I'd aimed for it to land - his left thigh - to cripple him for long enough to possibly escape. However he'd caught it before my weapon met its destination, and my focus slid from my eight inch dagger and to his eyes.
I masked my pure terror quickly at the look in his eyes; the promise of death. Instead, I allowed my cold rage to take over my thoughts at finally meeting the male I'd despised for most of my life.
His presence fuelled my urge for payback, and I allowed the dagger expertly positioned in my hands to diligently press down onto the tanned skin of his son's neck. A trickle of crimson struck, flowing down to his collarbone as I tormented the male stood staring at me in the doorway.
"Who are you?" The sheer demand and darkness in his voice had a primal part of me crawling away and hiding, but I didn't shrink back as I lifted my face up slightly.
Below my eyes was covered in a black mask, one I acquired to hide my identity. However, my striking blue orbs were visible, and I stared at this male with every ounce of hate I had towards him.
"Somebody ready for revenge." I responded carefully, picking my words wisely the way my father had always taught me.
His violet eyes simmered, animalistic anger took form as I spied talons curling from his fingers. I wouldn't let myself bow down, he may be a King of The Night, but I am a Queen of Nature.
"What problem do you have against my son?" He questioned and I felt him poke at the stone walls in my mind. Taloned fingers, sharp and ready for death, sliced down my mental shields.
I didn't yield.
"My problem is not with your son." I murmured, my usually soft voice harder than blocks of obsidian. "But with you."
I paused, for dramatic effect.
"And your mate." I spat the word so viscously it must of triggered an instinctive reaction from him as he snarled, unearthly and horrific, and moved forward a few paces.
