Snippet #1068089

The Hotel

Sorcha finally spotted Masaharu amongst the chaos. He was walking over in her direction having apparently spotted the hiding spot she’d chosen. She felt the presence of another close by and turned swiftly around to face none other than the infamous bounty hunter of Concordia, Reicha. Sorcha immediately guessed the woman’s reasoning for being here on Earth. One of the League of Twelve, quite possibly the ‘King’ himself, ordered—not requested—the bounty hunter to seek out Sorcha and all the Princess could do was just stand there and look upon the woman; dumbfounded by her words. A business proposition? Perhaps, she meant a compromise? Sorcha could only hope. Before she was able to reply, Masaharu joined them, thanking Reicha for having ‘watched’ over her. If he only knew…

With a soft sigh, she lightly takes hold of Masaharu’s elbow and makes a gesture in Reicha’s direction. “Let us find a more—quiet place to speak.” Reaching out and taking Reicha’s hand, Sorcha teleports them back to the beach and to an area secluded from the rest of the people. Letting them go, Sorcha moves to stand in front of Masaharu and crosses her arms. “Okay, bounty hunter. What is this business proposition you speak of?”

Sean’s Estate

The Princess could not die, was the thought that, unannounced, decided to roll through her mind. Why did it matter to her if the Princess died? If she were to die—then she could return home because surely the brothers would all be kill—Realizing where her thoughts were leading, she turned her back to Taran and walked over to the window, staring out wide-eyed. She didn’t want Taran to die, but, why? He was only a part of her mission, or, well, he was her mission and her responsibility. Still—she didn’t want him to die. Why did the Princess have to escape? She was ruining everything. Corissa could actually feel hatred for the dainty girl begin to take hold of her emotions. The past five years would all be for nothing and only because the little bitch couldn’t stay put. Because of her, Corissa will have to return and without having had the chance to—to what? Frustrated with herself, she turns around and stalks about the room, wondering what to do, already forgetting that her master occupied the same room as she.