And the Tide Turns

The cold steel of her knife slices his flesh, leaving a searing trail in its wake.

Bitch! But he only dares to think it.

She’s staring at him expectantly now, her face turning to incomprehension when he only glares back. She may be a god, but she doesn’t understand… him. And she never will. His body might be cold, but he has a fire in his heart that she can’t extinguish with threats and torture.

When he lies, promises to tell her everything, she’ll believe. Her temper rages like an inferno, but she’s not like him. Inside, she’s only cold.