He twirled the blade carelessly in his hand, the tips of his mouth curling up in wicked amusement and eyes, cold and harsh, studied me carefully. My mind was urging me to run but my body was pinned completely under his stare and he knew it- He knew he had me exactly where he wanted.
In a touch so slow and light, I felt him push the hilt of the knife into my palm, hand tightening over mine and leaving no room.
"Stop" I wavered, yet he brought my hand up, placing the edge of the blade at the curve of his neck and as hard as I tried to shake him away, he held me there- unflinching. And that's when I realized how alone we were- in the empty hall with no one in sight- no one to hear. I was with a man that could kill as easily as it was for him to breathe and he was pulling me in closer- pushing the knife harder into his skin until tiny beads of blood appeared against it.
"You hesitate" He said softly but his green eyes were still burning into mine, "And that's what makes you weak." With that, he released his grip, letting the knife fall to the ground and I took a step back, trying to calm the drumming in my chest.
"We'll start training tomorrow" He spoke before walking away without another word.
Running from her past with broken fragments of memory and visions of scorching flames, Lillian moves from town to town in search of demons to kill- in hopes of finding the ones that tore her family apart in cold blood.
But when she's forced to the Conclave- a supposed haven for her kind- she realizes all too soon that whoever murdered her parents might be closer than she thought. Including the mysterious and agonizingly familiar man who guards her.
Voices and whispers pull Lillian closer to the edge of darkness and slowly she loses sense of control, but could love chase away the demons or could it be the exact reason they threaten all along?