Ashers' POV

She pulled out the knife from her chest and smiled.

"Was that supposed to hurt?"

He took a step back, gripping the hilt of his sword, watching her to her feet. Tilting her head, she pouted.

"What's wrong, not what you were expecting?", she taunted.

"Witch", he muttered.

"Wrong again. I'm more of a sorcerous since, well I don't need a wand."She giggled.

Twirling the knife between her fingers. She gave him another mocking smile before throwing the knife.

As it was about to hit its mark Asher melted into the shadows. Retreating into its safety. A safety they both knew well.

The Dark Rose stared at where the knife was now embedded and chuckled to herself. She could afford to wait. He couldn't and she knew it.

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