Eve
My heart has morphed into a drum in my chest as all the implications sank in, Vassir had returned but now in the hands of the last person who should wield him.
I drew in air through my nose and let it out through my mouth; the last thing I needed was hyperventilating in the dire situation. We needed to find a solution, a fast one.
I envisioned my father's dreadful eyes against my own will, dread clouding my calm and reason, I saw those wicked depths filler with power that he should never have been able to wield. And I felt...
Lost...
Unable to even dredge bravery out of the usual places in me. I found myself deflated by the fear and apprehension of what was to come.
If he won, got what he wanted, whatever twisted goal that was...
What would happen to everyone? The family I now had? Whoever had not been involved in his schemes but that I had left behind?
How many would suffer as they stood in the way of his mission?
