'Clara, what do you think you are doing? Please let it not be what I am thinking'.
'Yes, Elektra. I am going to make him wish he never met me. Benjamin or not, or, werewolf or not. If he likes, let him be the darkness himself. I don't care. He was the one who hurt Anders after killing his parents. I can not let that slide. Most especially, I hate the proud and unremorseful look on his face'. I mind - linked her and continued to stare at Benjamin, who was staring at me.
We stood still and stared at each other without saying anything to each other.
'No, Clara. I may not be able to sense what is going on, but I feel very unsettled. Please, use your black magic and get away from here!'. Elektra said to me.
Her loud voice revealed how desperate she was.
'It's too late for that'. This was my reply to Elektra, after giving in to the temptation of the voice that whispered to me.
