Zade left and I stood holding a knife and stared at my reflection in the blade.

The closer I looked the clearer I saw the sadness in my eyes.

“No shit, you’re about to get us killed,” Trixy snidely remarked.

“If you want I'll stop and we can just spend the rest of a probably very long life living as a punching bag and fuck puppet to the King from hell. Is that a better option for you?” 

Trixy growled and met me in the front. She dragged her tail behind her ...