In her head, she counted down from ten as she faced off with the unknown before her. There were no visible outlines in the darkness beyond, but she could image a big, hulking shape stalking closer with each breath. The chill in the air hardly touched her as the adrenaline kicked in, heat pumping through her veins and loosening her frozen limbs. Whoever followed had the wind on their side, keeping her from being able to identify any scent as time ticked by ever so slowly.
By the time he emerged, she had regained control of her body, but her mind was now spiraling. Sylenei had been prepared for an enemy, a large, blundering beast that she could try to out maneuver and escape. But this, she didn’t know what to do with, even as he swept closer, jaws aiming to grasp her. Ducking down, she tried to dodge out of the way, but in her surprise, her movements were too slow. She could feel the low snarl rumble against the back of her neck, causing her throat to tighten and her stomach to twist.
She didn’t know exactly what the warning meant, but all of her senses were now zeroed in on him. Her stalker was the husband she had tried to escape. Wasn’t that just her luck? Her mind races with ways to cover her tracks, to try and smooth over her treachery.
“You finally caught up.” She tried, her voice strained but steady, as though she were only mildly annoyed and unsure why he was grabbing her in such a way.
“Now the honeymoon can finally begin.” As if this had been her plan all along, as if she had expected him to be here sooner.
"Speech."
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