WrittenHollowness
Fairest
Davin said nothing, stepping toward Will with measured movements. He placed his hand over the one with the knife, squeezing. His already bloodied hand began to drip from a new wound.
"Chill. Out." he said, looking into Will's cold eyes. There was no trace of the warmth he had grown to know. "I don't care why you are so mad at me. I don't get why I am in the wrong. But you try to kill me, and I'll make sure you are on your way yo hell with me. Got it?" he asked, close to his ex's face.
"Chill. Out." he said, looking into Will's cold eyes. There was no trace of the warmth he had grown to know. "I don't care why you are so mad at me. I don't get why I am in the wrong. But you try to kill me, and I'll make sure you are on your way yo hell with me. Got it?" he asked, close to his ex's face.