Blackfeather Woods Your new home.

Malice had spotted the wounds before, but she had written them off as the ones that were on his body when he had spent the night with her in Phantom Hollow. She avoided touching them as much as she could, knowing how painful it was to touch even the smallest of wounds since she had been given her scar, one she could not return to the crazy man. She wondered how Judas was doing, all alone with no one even remotely as twisted as he was. Would Mitanni accompany him? Had they forgotten about the whole event that was Judas' outbreak? If so, Malice was glad she had gotten the scar that did not compliment her beauty. It meant that she was marked with bigger purpose, that she had saved someone's life.

I don't want to turn others off with my enthusiasm for certain things... She muttered vaguely at his question. It was true, behind that yellow gaze lied a playful yet dangerous woman, smothered by her love and affection for the ones that returned it, but hidden away with what was called her pride.