Someone's arm came around her, steadying, and something came to her lips. A cup. She tried to breath in, and gasp/whimpered at the pain in her head.
*Drink*
She opened her mouth and swallowed it.
It slid down her throat, cool and soothing, and slowly the pain eased, until it was dull ache in her temples, instead of pain like a sword through her head. She opened her eyes.
Her first thought was-Goddess, he's beautiful.
Bright red eyes glittered in a cruelly beautiful face, all planes and shadows, and short white hair surrounded it, white like ice or snow-or death. This was deadly beauty, beauty like Nightshade's, a draconi she knew and feared. Beauty that sliced and hurt if you got to close. It was beautiful death, but it was death all the same.
Panda tried, gingerly, to sit up, and he sat back on his heels and watched. She managed to get herself upright and glared ferociously at him. "Who the hell are you?" She demanded.
A faint smile flickered over his mouth. "Death." He replied coolly.
She started slightly. He had echoed her thoughts. Had he...?
"Your kidnapper." He added.
"WHAT?" Panda yelped incredulously. Kidnapped? What the hell?
"I have been led to believe you are not deaf." He said softly.
She swallowed hard. There was no mistaking the threat in those cold, cold eyes. Eyes that could kill you if you weren't careful. "Good for you." She muttered resentfully, her stubbornness in having the last word reappearing.
The tiny, mocking smile flickered again. "No." He told her quietly. "Bigger money for me."
Fear rose like a cold hand in her throat. Panda scooted backwards, off the furs, and twigs bit into her hands and thighs.
With a sigh, he grabbed her arm. She lashed out, desperate, and, as he caught her hand, summoned flame to her palm. He merely twisted her palm until she came up onto her knees, a gasp exploding from her throat. The fire crept toward his hand and he twisted her arm more. It vanished, and he released her.
Panda fell back against the furs, gingerly massaging her arm. When she realized he was watching her do it, she stopped with a scowl. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he rose to go to the fire. She hesitantly went to her knees, then settled back on her heels, watching him helplessly.
What on earth was she supposed to do? Panda wondered what would happen if she just tried to walk away. The demands of her bladder were becoming increasingly more apparent with every second.