force as my momentum carried me past him. He flung me
back into the wall once again; my body hitting it with
enough force to leave an indent in the pale marble. As I
fell, he sprinted forward, seized the front of the black
duster I wore and threw me across to the other wall. He
moved with me instantaneously as I soared across the
expanse of the ballroom and then he was in my face,
grabbing me and hurling me once more, driving my
battered body further into the once flawless marble
surface. His anger rolled off him like sweat from a boxer in
the final round.
“You’re going to kill her if you keep that up Laz.”
Damascus remarked lazily, still dazed from his injuries.
“Then HE’s really going to be pissed at you.”
Lazarius was in front of me once more, pinning
my hands to the wall as he had done all those years ago.
He leered at me for a moment, then stepped back and
took a deep breath, the red of his eyes changing back to
their turbulent ocean blue. Calming himself, and regaining
his composure, Lazarius leaned in so his face was close to
mine.
“One day Ayaka,” he hissed in my ear, his anger
barely contained, “One day I am going to kill you. But He
has other plans for you first.”
I could barely lift my head, but my mind raced at
his words. “Who?” I queried. ‘Who in the hell is he talking
about?!’
“I don’t want to spoil the surprise. No. You’ll find
out when he wishes for you to find out. Until then, I think
it’s much more fun to keep you in suspense.”
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