She watched him as he prepped himself to fight. Luka growled and snapped his jaws, drool dripping from them. That was something rare. Luka only drooled when he was ready to do some damage to someone. And that only happened when he felt Charity was being threaded. βLuka, back off.β She commanded, not even looking towards him. Luka didnβt need to be told twice. He stopped snapping and took a single step back but stayed tense, ready to attack at a moments notice. βI donβt believe youβve answered my question, so I will ask again, who. Are. You? And what do you what?β She asked, glaring at him, and if looks could kill he wouldβve been long gone. βDonβt make me ask you a third time.β She told him, raising her staff again, her hand heating the metal to the half way point until it was red hot while the other half began frosting over her her right hand. Her eyes flicked as they changed colors. Her right eye seemed to hold oceans of ice in it while the other held raging, roaring fires. Though her eyes remained emotionless her powers showed how she truly felt. If she was forced to be honest, she was terrified. The idea of harming or killing again terrified. She had sworn to her friend Rose when they escaped together that she would never kill or harm again unless she had no other choice to. Was she really prepared to hurt this man? Whoever he was? Luka clearly would have no problem attacking him, but could Charity? She had tried so hard to separate herself from the life she had had for sixteen years. The life that she had been sold and forced into. There was no way she was going back to that. Then again, this man had tried to break into her apartment and seemed ready to do some damage himself, so was it justified? What if he sprang at her and she hesitated? No. She was strong. He had started this battle and if anyone was to walk away from it, it would be her. βWho sent you? Who do you work for?β She asked as Luka paced behind her, keeping his body low to the ground, growling in a deep way.








