Snippet #2471354

Nassir seethed inside, nails digging into his palms until he broke the skin, trying to control himself. He recalled it as though it had just happened. He swore to forget it, but he could not.

"I trusted her...actually thought she was protecting me. I should've known as soon as I told her what I was." he began, not even realizing he was speaking aloud. He hardly registered Tavyna as he reached for something to crush, the only thing he knew he couldn't destroy being his cuffs. He gripped them by some miraculous willpower, instead of crushing something or someone.

"I trust her, and she brings me to a damn sorcerer!! I'd have followed her to hell and back, and she pays for me to be caged to that ring! That damn ring so I'd be shackled to her!" Nassir stood, eyes glowing amber as he paced like a caged tiger. "I'd have given her anything she asked, and she throws me to the mercy of some filthy magician to be his attempt at binding!"

Nassir growled, voice growing louder by the second, and soon he'd be heard through the walls of the bedchamber. His form shifted into the blue-skinned marid, his emotions running haywire, his anger overwhelming .

"And to smile at me as though it's all grand and wonderful?! She may as well have been a witch herself! I would've done anything for her if she just asked. She only had to ask me!" Nassir flung a pillow against the wall, panting as he sank back to the floor, gripping his head and fighting the burning in his eyes. The burning, prickling of tears threatening to fall.