"Let her go!" Erica screamed."Please let her go!" Her shoulders tremble as her voice shutters with fear.Martha grinned as she clicked her tongue.She took in Evelyn's battered state was was satisfied.She glances at the blood sipping from the wound and she uses her fingertips to brush against the wound.She chuckled then she used the blood on her hands and licked it with joy."You girls taste so good, my children are going to like it."Martha released the knife from Evelyn's shoulder and smiled."Don't worry I'm not going to kill you just yet because I need to save all this meat for rainy days.""You want meat? Why don't you try your mine instead." Erica scoffed."I like your spirit." Martha squeaks like a little girl who just tasted candy."I'm so going to enjoy this," Martha said then she started walking towards Erica who started moving backwards.Her petty attempt at an escape was lousy and it excited Martha even further."No!" Evelyn muttered, her heart racing fastIt was Fuele
"Sullivan.." She choked even harder as she tried to catch her breath but his grip on her throat was firm.She held onto his hand that was on her neck, wishing she could free herself, but it was merely wishful thinking.She was starting to feel dizzy her eyes were beginning to flicker.Sullivan's grip tightened around Evelyn's throat, and his eyes were wild with a mix of anger and desperation. "Where is she?" he growled, his voice low and menacing.How was she even going to talk when he was choking her to death?Tears were forming up in her eyes and she glanced to her left.Even though her vision was blurry she could make up John's faint figure.She had her hands stretched out to him but he just stood there.She didn't expect him to do anything to help her because he was loyal to the dragon general.Evelyn gasped as he pressed further with a growl."Where is she?" "Sullivan stop!" Erica yelled as she ran towards them.Sullivan's ears perked up when he heard his wife's voice."Let he
Evelyn struggled to regain her balance, her hands instinctively pressing against John's chest to steady herself. She looked up at him, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and confusion."Let me go," she demanded, trying to push away from him.John's grip tightened, not enough to hurt but firm enough to keep her close."No, I don't want to." He said.Evelyn's eyes flashed with an emotion he didn't quite understand."Why?""I like you being close." He muttered.Evelyn's heart did a flip as she heard those words but that didn't mean her anger had subsided. "No, Evelyn. We need to talk about this.""There's nothing to talk about," she snapped. "You made your choice.""Evelyn, please," John pleaded, his voice breaking.Evelyn's eyes widened because hearing him call her name felt so good and it warned her heart."What's there to talk about,?" She scoffed."You hate me." " I don't hate you." He contradicted."You think I'm the kind of monster that cannot be trusted even though I've made
Evelyn's eyes were fixed on him.Mesmerized by his care and his affection.The way he tended to her wounds made her heart melt.How could she possibly keep pretending to be mad at such a sweet soul?"Are you still feeling any pain?" John. asked.Evelyn was still looking at him with such intensity and he felt uncomfortable."Evelyn!" He snapped.Evelyn blinked her eyes, to bring herself back to reality as he flashed his hands over her face."Did you even hear what I said," John asked."I'm sorry I didn't get any of that." She admitted as her head dropped."Are you still feeling the pains on her shoulders?" He asked again."I'm. Fine..."Evelyn tried to move her arms but it only made it worse and she winced in pain because the pain was unbearable."Don't hurt yourself." He warned.John glanced at Evelyn and he noticed the blood stains on her face and clothes."I'll be back," John said as he stood up."Where are you going?""The bathroom." He replied in a low tone.Evelyn gave a nod as s
"What is it?" Sullivan asked.She raised her gaze to look at him but she shook her head.Erica shifted slightly, resting her head more comfortably on Sullivan’s shoulder as the evening breeze whispered through the trees."Are you sure you don't have anything to tell me?" He asked."Don't worry about it." The gentle rustling of leaves filled the silence between them. For a moment, everything felt almost peaceful, as if the weight of the world had temporarily lifted.Erica’s heart was heavy with something she had been carrying for far too long.This was something she always wanted but she didn't want to feel like she was forcing him“Sullivan,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper.He turned his head slightly, sensing the seriousness in her tone. He was relieved that was finally ready to speak to him.“What is it?” he asked, his voice calm, though a flicker of concern crossed his features.She hesitated, gathering her thoughts. This wasn’t something she could just blurt out.
The night had settled in by the time Sullivan and Erica returned to their home. The warmth of the living room welcomed them as they entered, but the tension from their earlier conversation lingered in the air. Sullivan couldn’t shake the worry gnawing at him, and he knew Erica wasn’t entirely at ease either."Do you want some tea?" Erica asked, breaking the silence as she headed towards the kitchen.Sullivan followed her, watching as she moved around the kitchen with practice ease. "Let me help you with that."Erica smiled faintly, but it didn’t reach her eyes. "I’ve got it, Sully. You should rest."Ignoring her, Sullivan stepped in, taking the kettle from her hands. "You’ve been through enough today. Let me take care of you for once."Erica hesitated, then nodded, stepping aside. She watched as he prepared the tea, his movements careful and deliberate. It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to her.As the tea steeped, Sullivan glanced at her, noticing the way her shoulder
Erica walked quietly through the dimly lit hallway, her bare feet making soft sounds against the wooden floor. The weight of the night still clung to her, but she pushed it aside, focusing instead on her next task—checking on Evelyn.As she approached Evelyn’s room, Erica noticed the door slightly ajar. Pushing it open gently, she was surprised to find John sitting beside the bed. His tall frame was hunched over, his hands resting on the armrests of the chair, and his eyes were closed as he slept. She heaved a sighed as she stared him.His expression, usually so guarded and stern, seemed peaceful and almost vulnerable in sleep.For a moment, Erica stood in the doorway, her eyes softened as she took in the scene. She couldn’t help but think about how sweet they looked togetherJohn, the steadfast protector, and Evelyn was always fierce and she noticed she was independent woman.Often she found their bickering cute but she knew it was impossible between those two.But the fact still
When Erica got back the moment she opened the door the first person she saw was Sullivan. "Babe, Where have you been?" He asked with his eyes filled with drowsiness. "Are you up already?" Erica asked going over to his side. "Not really," He groaned. Before Erica could say another word he pulled her to himself. His arms were around her waist as he buried his face in her neck. "Let's stay like this a little longer. "He sighs."Hmm." Erica's hand goes into his hair and gently begins to caress it. The texture was so soft that Erica couldn't help but smile.She pulled back and looked into his eyes which were still trying to stay open. "If you are tired then you should get some sleep." Erica turned. "I don't want to. " Erica moved forward and pressed a kiss on his forehead. "You are tired and I don't like the way I'm ""You are tired, and I don’t like seeing you this way," Erica whispered, her lips lingering against his forehead.Sullivan tightened his hold on her waist, refusin