Till Death Do Us Kill

m existed. Her hands hung loosely around his waist, chin resting lightly on his back. The body of her attempted killer lay slouched against the wall, their gaze locked somewhere off in

e me like this...I'm so sorry Eleanora." His shoulders tremble as he awaits her rejection, knowing all too

im for centuries now, every time he killed for her shame would rear its ugly head in his features as he would turn away from her, as if she herself wasn't a killer. Although she had done a much better job than he had of hiding those violent tendencies that so

kly as if he were trying to banish that thought from his mind before it could settle. She nodded, satisfied, turning on her heels and walking around the body, the blood still pooling around his open torso clinging to her heels, leaving the imprints against the tile floor. These times were always so tiring, between the men she had Kieran kill and Kieran himself...it felt like she was dealing with children. Her breath came heavily, her shoulders slumped with exhaustion..

watching him carefully before speaking. "I'm going out for a bit, Kier...don't wait up. I'll meet you back home in the morning... most likely...alright?" He looked up, hesitant to speak, his eyes pra