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It was the dead of night; in that the sun was down and the latest victim dead, and had been for hours. The room seemed empty and usual enough as the lock clicked rustily, and the weirwood door swung open on its hinges. The faint smell of incense was a welcomed greeting to Keilia as she entered the bedroom. Her gleaming blue eyes shone like sapphires in the shade as she scanned the room, not bothering to turn on any lights; the darkness was her light. Everything was as it should be; a tall wooden armoire in the corner accompanying the desk, which was of the same wood and was topped with a large mirror; of little use in the lack of light. The bed was made; notably only a single bed though it was lined with a folded double-size duvet. Although the room was small, and indeed the opposite of spacious, the ceiling was high and topped with thick, dark zalantar wood rafters. It was from these shadowy rafters that the dull glint of a blade accompanied a pair of narrowed and cunning eyes, watching Lia�s every move. Not aware of the uninvited visitor, Keilia rolled her shoulders to let her high-collared robe slip graciously off them to the floor, a glint or two betraying the presence of several concealed blades in the folds of black fabric. The moon light pouring in through the open window hit her pale skin like water against a rock, bouncing off the curves of her smooth body, highlighting her rounded breasts and slender stomach beautifully. Her beauty took his breath away, literally. The way she looked, the way she moved, the bareness of her chest and the smirk on her striking face. It was no wonder so many had fallen for and to her. She appeared to him the picture of perfection, of innocence, and yet from so long there had been no acceptance of such a thing. It was clear why he had desired her so long ago. Keilia�s pants landed on the carpeted floor with her shirt, both garments lying at her ankles. The full beauty of Lia�s body was now inadvertently on display, her skin radiating a midnight glow like a moon in itself, her long legs parted deliciously as she stood, naked from head to toe, unknowingly having every inch of her luscious body taken in by the ever-watching, unblinking eyes. It was no wonder she had been wanted by him, the images of her before his eyes now made him understand this; he couldn�t blame him. As he watched that he had not been bidden to, a lump in his throat and a knot in his gut, his desire for her was strong and he realized why he would make her his and keep it that way forever; he realized why hadn�t let her lose him, why he would make her his. The eyes in the rafters trailed Lia�s steps, one by one, watching the enticing sway of her hips as she made her way to the bed. Throwing back the duvet, Keilia became suddenly aware of something, someone, watching her. Freezing on the spot, goose bumps spiking her soft skin, a hand gripping the oversized duvet, Lia tried to locate her watcher. Spinning on her bare heels, Keilia shot a suspicious glance to the shadowy rafters above her. There was no one there. Her eyes though darted to the side, as she caught sight of the curtains moving, swaying back and forth, despite the fact that not even a slight breeze was present that night. Narrowing her stunning blue eyes in wonder, Keilia brushed her jet-black hair from her face and tilted her head, glancing between the rafters and the window. �Raphael�?� |