A bitch, a slut, a whore, a psycho. What wasn't Liste? Once upon a time those words had been different. First, a runner, a coward, a prude. Then a friend, a lover, a martyr. Now these. She had gone from an entirely pathetic and lonely existence to a happy one, only to have it ripped from her when she gave up everything to preserve it. She had handed herself to her father on a silver platter, hell-bent on protecting her mate and pack, and had returned to find them all gone. Abandoned her, they had, and nothing could have hurt her worse. She had spiraled downward then, first into a mindless depression, then into an insane rage. She should have stayed away from this land and preserved the mind she still had, but instead she had returned and let this place take the rest and be her undoing.
Her words finally coaxed the alabaster wraith into action and a freakish grin adorned her maw. Her head tiled ever so slightly to allow her to glance upon the female out of the corner of her eye. She watched her run toward her as if it were in slow motion, analyzing every last move without reacting even a little bit. As the woman's mouth opened and she finally leapt, Liste spoke her final words. "Is this your best, white queen?" Her voice raspy and aggressive as she let the words fall out of her mouth, chuckling as Artemis's teeth finally made contact and punctured her throat. Lids closed over golden eyes for a final time. She would not open them until the deed was done, allowing her mind to wander back to Angeal so she would not think of her imminent death, her suicide.
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