Her hands were scraped up a little and her knees covered in dirt from when she’d pushed her prey off the edge.Her hands were a little scraped up, a ...ittle blood dried up in the dirt they’d collected from the floor. The same dirt now on the knees of her jeans. A sign of the close call she’d just had.She had thought that she’d be going over the edge with her prey. That the object of her hatred would gain revenge when her momentum very nearly sent her to following after the prey she’d pushed over. As the sitting figure sat pensive on its throne, the silence of the room was broken by incoming footsteps.“Why do you disrupt my thoughts with your presence?” asked the person sitting on the throne.The person who entered the room stopped a few meters from the chair and bowed in respect, before removing the hood of a long cloak to reveal a woman.“Someone has entered Vishant, someone new that I have not sensed before. There is a tendril of a link, but in time, I should be able to make it. With a sexy smile she looked at Ken then rotated her head to look out of the window. Her slender arm was propped against the door with her head slightly tilted toward the window feeling the cool night air softly blow against her supple skin. With a graceful arm she brushed a long blonde lock of hair back away from her face.Almost in mid stride she stopped, sat upright and examined the golden strands. She tugged at it and quickly moved her hand to her head where the hair had been pulled. That. I could hear his heart pumping in his chest."We should give her something for the pain, um..." The doctor looked around like there might be a bottle of morphine handy."No. She'll be fine," Angela suggested reasonably. "Just take out the bullet."I sat still, as much as I could, while the man used his steel tools to dig into my shoulder. It hurt a lot, worse than anything, but I didn't scream. My tolerance for pain was a hundred times what it had been as a human. I just set my jaw, staring at.