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As soon as Drake spoke, Linnie began to regret her words. That moment where she did not care whether she lived or died quickly began to frighten her. She really was losing it, wasn't she? She was surprised that Drake had not just killed her on the spot. He did have that authority here, but something kept him from just killing her. Was it just not wanting to get his hands dirty? Linnet highly doubted that because he had just torn a dead man's chest open. Her eyes drifted uneasily to the mutilated body before snapping away again. Perhaps he had another plan in mind for her. The thought made her shudder.

When Drake said he was not a vampire, Linnie gave a silent, though premature, sigh of relief. So she had been worrying about that for no reason. It was a strange idea in the first place. However, any small trace of relief and hope was brutally shattered with his next words. From his words Linnie could only make sense a couple. He was an angel of death....

Her eyes fixed on the floor as she reeled with shock once again. Her childish assumption that Drake could be a vampire was only based on superstition. She knew there had to be another explanation, though a vampire was the easiest. Nevertheless, that did nothing to prepare her for this. Despair washed over her and all hope felt lost. She felt that there was no way to fight this man, no, this angel of death. Her only option was to die.

All of his comments about a good time, luck, and being grateful went over Linnie's head. She was completely unable to comprehend any of it. It was impossible for her to think of something so absurd as being grateful for this death match when she was still trying to process who, or more exactly, what Drake was. The terrible discovery was eased by the fact that she already suspected that he could not be human, but only slightly.

When Drake called her "my little witch" once more, Linnie was able to bring her attention back to his words. She even dared look up at his face with just the slightest trace of anger still covering her own. However, fear was the main emotion on her face. She took in Drake holding James's shoulder tightly and how uncomfortable James seemed. She was half glad that pleasure was no where on his face, though she could easily imagine it on Drake's. He was probably terribly pleased with himself. After all he had scared an easily frightened young woman. How impressive. Despite her anger, a healthy fear was again taking the young woman, causing small trembles and shudders.

Suddenly, Drake's teeth bared and he viciously bit into the boy's neck. Linnet's eyes widened in horror as she gasped, unable to believe what she was seeing. Despite her aversion, she was unable to look away. James slumped to the floor and she seemed to slump with him. "Why?" she mumbled, too quiet to hear. After a moment, she said it louder. "But why? Why...why do this? Why bring us 'ere ta kill...." A single sob escaped her and she stopped. She almost seemed surprised she had spoken aloud. At his response, her eyes widened.

Years seemed to pass as she stared wide-eyed and unseeing into the daemon's face, though only a minute passed. Though Drake being an angel of death was hard to grasp, this was far worse. Suddenly, a loud clap jolted her from her stupor. She turned and saw Hassen behind her, with his attention fixed on Drake. Linnie immediately jumped up and stumbled back to the wall, quickly feeling dizzy. Only then did she notice the other two people following him. She stared at them in alarm before her eyes darted to Hassen then Drake before resting on James. She could not imagine how this would turn out, and that terrified her.

Unwilling to face another uncertain situation, she slid to a seated position and hid her face behind her hands.