ZINA
Even though they were meeting for the first time, Zina already felt like she knew a whole deal about the red haired man that stood before her.
Was it the letters he had written? Or was it the visions of him that she saw that made this sense of familiarity all the more profound. She didn't know which, but what she did know for a certain was the murderous rage that enveloped her.
She wanted to stab him in the chest with the scissors in her hands. Then she wanted to gouge out his eyes while he still had a breath or two inside her.
She wanted to humiliate him so much until he felt every bit of the rage and disgust she had for him and his people who had dragged her unwitting into this life.
But the Red Wolf wasn't fazed in the least. As if their meeting was one that they had been preparing for ages, he merely glanced at the scissors in her fingers.
"I see the servants did a poor a job. I apologise for such poor service, you shall not be seeing such a weapon ever again."
