let us live, since we must die

She jumped a foot in the air when a voice called out to her. Stirring the apothecary with tones of anger. Her eyes searched and found him lying where he could watch the door. There was no smile on his lips, only narrowed eyes and anger. She paused a few steps into the door and froze there a moment. Feeling strongly like a chastened child. The feeling was so peculiar she almost laughed. Luckily, she was wise enough to keep it in. Understanding how it would fuel the situation.

"Inc?" She said cautiously as she eased further into the room. She wasn't sure what to do with this feeling of uncertainty bubbling up inside of her. His voice was so angry. "Do you want to talk about it?" She said softly, easing her bag onto the floor before making her way towards him. She told herself she wasn't afraid of Incubus. Of his anger. She loved him.