A thin line of blood trailed down his pale white skin, with the blood shot eyes, and crooked teeth. A scar fell from the top of his brow to right below his bottom lip.
Sparks flew everywhere as I strained to remember who I was looking at.
A black spot danced in front of my eyes, as the cut I had, gushing red, started to blind me in pain. I couldn't think right.
Lies.
Betrayal.
Love.
What?
The words circled in my mind, and nothing made sense. The words he had said remained, the most scarring thing of all.
Cloaks were removed, loyalties questioned, but with him? I knew it. I let all the rage out on him. He had done this to me. Now it was time to play this game my way.