FlightAnd I gasp in spite of myself, for there he is. Resplendent in candlelight, donned in blue- he is the epitome of malice and ecstasy. He turns from the throng of reveling party-goers, one of his thick brows arched in amusement. A slight, quipping smirk beings to tilts his mouth. His lips tug back to reveal an array of glinting white teeth. One of many acts from his arsenal of weapons. My heart lilts at the sight. My stomach churns. I perceive an odd heat besiege my face, and I fan myself furiously, eyelashes flittering. He looks to me quixotically. Touches my forearm. I pause. Vigorous, reverberating palpations hammer against my throat.Flight by ~Demonic-Fantasy
"Is everything all right, Miss Ravenwood?" his voice murmurs. It filters about my ears, embraces my mind.
I purse my lips. Nod. His grin is simultaneously malignant and potent.
I freeze once more. Oh, God-I feel like a corpse. Suddenly, I pivot on my heel and bolt for the exit. For he is not supposed to be at this gala.
Raife Fauster is supposed to be de