Haunted

Disseus had spent the night just outside the door watching the shadows of the trees. Sensing every movement Nim made.

She wasn’t too far from the cottage. Only a few hundred feet. And in the distance he could see her outline sinking to the ground and her knees drawing up under her chin.

No.

Hearing her sobbing in the distance and knowing she cried for fear of what would happen when this was all done, made his chest tighten. He felt both guilt and determination as a result.

But to say that the sound of her cries didn’t affect him would’ve been a blatant lie. Though he certainly wished it didn’t.

He shifted against the wall. Uncomfortable with hearing her rare tears. Feeling like he should go comfort her. But there wasn’t much he could say.

I’m not bluffing. I’m not letting her get away again.

No matter how much I dislike her.

The sad fact, was that he needed her around for his own survival.