Blackfeather Woods Oh good God, let me give you my life

He had been caught. He did not fear his sister, nor did he fret over the fact that he had been discovered. Instead, he remained rigid and watched as his sister advanced towards him. He would do very little in indulging her commands and, instead, he found him lifting his chin defiantly at her command.

“No,” he replied, his tone indifferent and he looked to her, a creeping curiosity of what would ensue coming over him as he awaited her reaction.