Maisie
I held myself still, hoping he wouldn't smell the lie on my breath. Where were they?
He paused, considering for a moment. Then he snorted. "Some of us clawed our way to the top after your ancestors doomed us. Through blood and death and sacrifices. Your existence threatens those of us who hold power. You were a gift to me. And I intend to use you until there's nothing left of you."
His wrist flicked and I grabbed what I could behind him, hurling it at his face. It was a book and it hit him with a thunk.
With a snarl he smacked it away, reaching for me where I'd slid away from the shelf, angling for the door again.
But he appeared to my left and I kicked blindly, shrieking when he grabbed my hair, claws digging into my scalp.
I began shifting to get out of his death grip, but he knew. Somehow, he knew every thought I had before I actualised them, and he smacked me again, so hard, I lost my bearings and thought processes.
