Snippet #1825014

Onyx considered ways to kill her dearest Vincent.

Beheading? Impaling? No those where too good for such a low down dirty—what had he done again? Oh! Right! Captured her intrigue-and dare she say it?- a piece of her heart. His endearing grin must have been her down fall…or maybe the many times he saved her. Damn her heart and damn him. That’s why she had to kill him…and what more fitting way that to cut out his heart?

She mused to herself as she paced in the empty cabin in which she was now residing. No one lived there, and if they did, they took poor care of the place…so she would take over and make it her home base—for now. Until she had strategically placed moves put down in her mind. Mapped out….until she was ready. She thought for a moment that she might be procrastinating….then shook it off. Ya right, one of the most feared witch hunters procrastinating? She did not fear anything or anyone, let alone a lowly male witch hunter.

She sighed. Her mind was on overdrive, and she needed sleep. She laid down on the bed and stretched out. She had too much to think about and too little sleep. Now was the time to catch some zZzZz’s before she infiltrated the witch hunter base.

Her eyes closed as her mind swirled with thoughts of the aqnnoyingly handsome Witch hunter head.