The prince of Orideth never hurt someone before, never wished to again. The only thought going through his mind was one of the knife puncturing her flesh and the warm blood that poured between his fingertips as she let out a broken sound and slumped to the floor. The beat of her heart so strong she felt it might explode. The trembling in her fingertips. The unending pounding in his head telling him he'd just unleashed a monster. The prince of Orideth never hurt someone before, never wished to again, because he'd liked it a little bit too much.