08-21-2014, 09:40 AM
Camila was thrown off by his request and piqued his curiosity. Damien halted when she spoke but signalled the others to continue on at her hesitance so they were left alone in relative terms. He pondered the question she posed to him, once again weighing her with a steady gaze.
“An effective method,”
Damien replied to her first statement. “Do as you will, I trust you are experienced enough in these matters.”
His real curiosity was reserved for her cryptic remarks. He had the impression that the woman was not ruffled easily, nor was she one to speak in riddles. To see her unsure was in itself a testament to whatever mystery she guarded with such uncharacteristic delicacy.
“I know enough. Prophecy and fortune telling,”
the words hung off his tongue poised to capture her reaction. “Speak freely; I will take whatever advantage necessary regardless of its nature.”
A harsh laugh clad in velvet escaped his lips. “Death Row leaves little room for the squeamish, Camila. I was housed among the most dangerous men in the world,”
his laugh faded into a stiff-jawed smile“and they feared me.”
“An effective method,”
Damien replied to her first statement. “Do as you will, I trust you are experienced enough in these matters.”
His real curiosity was reserved for her cryptic remarks. He had the impression that the woman was not ruffled easily, nor was she one to speak in riddles. To see her unsure was in itself a testament to whatever mystery she guarded with such uncharacteristic delicacy.
“I know enough. Prophecy and fortune telling,”
the words hung off his tongue poised to capture her reaction. “Speak freely; I will take whatever advantage necessary regardless of its nature.”
A harsh laugh clad in velvet escaped his lips. “Death Row leaves little room for the squeamish, Camila. I was housed among the most dangerous men in the world,”
his laugh faded into a stiff-jawed smile“and they feared me.”