As he spoke his agreement, suddenly the goddess shot forward. It was one thing to agree. It was another to prove it. Her arm now seemed made of black ice that pressed against Oliver’s pale throat, a tree or a wall suddenly behind him that she pinned him against. Her face was a mask, looking both feral and ancient as it sneered at him like a ghostly marble statue.
The pressure against his throat tightened, her other hand curling through his blonde hair with fingers that would feel like ice. Eyes that now looked soulless and as black as any bottomless pit narrowed.
“You are pathetic. You are unworthy of my time and every one else’s. A useless boy. An abandoned. What do you have to say for yourself Oliver?”
The pressure against his throat tightened, her other hand curling through his blonde hair with fingers that would feel like ice. Eyes that now looked soulless and as black as any bottomless pit narrowed.
“You are pathetic. You are unworthy of my time and every one else’s. A useless boy. An abandoned. What do you have to say for yourself Oliver?”
SAFRIN
