“No.”
“What?!” Obakin was flabbergasted, the whites of his eyes receded, as if I’d struck a cord - a forbidden note.
I stuck my hand into my dress, drawing a knife the size of a twig from one of its pockets. The blade was no longer than my pinkie, but its edge looked like it could cut into anything. It seemed to dare me, urging me to slay this man, telling me that it was messy but fast.
Hi guys sorry for not publishing for so long, been busy with life, school and other things - but - I've managed to post the first chapter to Begotten Shadow (yeah, I said it, first chapter I'm restarting the novel - I needed to work out the kinks). Enjoy the story :) don't forget to comment - constructive criticism is ,well, constructive.
https://www.wattpad.com/story/120845114