Chapter 88: Close Encounters: Part One
Evanna looked at him, horrified by what she saw before her. She stepped back so far, she bumped into one of the guards. Arawn narrowed his eyes, not at her but the guard.
She spun around and apologised, sidestepping him and glanced to and from the elven prince and the newly slain body on the ground. The prince arched a brow from her reaction. He couldn’t comprehend what the matter was.
Evanna had killed before, so why was she acting so frightened or shocked? Sure, cutting a man’s head off was a little gruesome, but he couldn’t help it. He reacted quickly, and this was the end result.
Arawn let out a sigh, and he approached Evanna slowly, showing his hands, meaning no harm. She eyed them, and he, too, looked at them. There was still some blood on them, even though he already wiped them down.
His handkerchief was currently scrunched together on the body. But he refused to turn his back on Evanna.
"Do you have a handkerchief? Mine is a bit bloody," He turned and looked at his rag on the ground before returning to look at Evanna once more. Her brows were arched together, her ethereal green eyes still wide, but she pushed past her fear and reached into a small secret pocket in her dress. If she hadn’t reached for it, he would never know that she had a pocket.
He grasped her white handkerchief and began cleaning his hands again, his gaze unwavering from hers as he did so. A tense silence started to weigh them down, but the prince did not feel uncomfortable; it was Evanna who broke it.
"Why did you kill him? I wasn’t that long.." Evanna said in a quiet voice. Her eyes had now hardened as she stared at him. He did not like that one bit. Narrowing his eyes, he took a step closer to her, watching as the decision flashed across her mind at stepping out of his reach. But she stood her ground. If she had moved, he would only grab her by the arm.
"I killed him because he tried to assassinate me.." Arawn replied in a dangerously low voice.