Chill of the dark

Taken... He's already decided, even if she were to leave tonight, everything he's said he's said as if it was already set in stone. He can't see her with someone else, a nail in the coffin of any future dalliance.

She trembled further as he approached her, her skin prickled and was engulfed in a dizzying fire from the point where his claw met her throat. She gulped as her eyes searched his, a glint of the ghost of his father in his genes behind his eyes. A terrible terrible danger looking down on her.

Could she live with what he had taken from her? She drew in a shuddering breath, what could she say? Could he live with it in turn? Did he truly know what he had taken? There was no walking away from this now, he was so close and she was scared. Frozen to the spot before him, unable to control her trembling.
"I'm going to have to, aren't I?" She whispered hoarsely, acknowledging the non-choice before her. His claw pressed to her throat, with just the right pressure and a flick of his wrist he could end her before any of the healers had a chance to help her.

"Ignita"