Newfound hope

That attack almost got me. Luckily for me, the darkness and the full moon gave me enough power to rip apart the tide of Nicholas; who was now lying on the ground with the mark of my fist still fresh on his perfect face.

The others either fainted or held themselves with the little forces remaining in their bodies.

And me?

I was dealing with the author of all this ruckus.

Saving her flute inside my shadows, I held her arms and legs with my magic. Since she had closed her eyes I had to force her to open them with my bare hands.

Once we exchanged glances, she plead for a quick death.

Placing me in her shoes, I´d say that is the common reaction, however, I wasn´t going to kill her, not yet at least.

She gave me quite the stare, probably deep in thought about how to escape or fool me.

Since I was getting impatient, I decided to break the silence. Applying a little bit of force into my grip, the new pressure on her neck returned her mind to reality.

"Hrgh!"

"Who are you? Why did you do thi