C l a i r e - L a u r e n t
Claire winced ever so slightly as the slave pulled out the weapon she had created and healed Sophie's wound. She couldn't help but think of how mad Lucien would be at her for harming his little sister, even if it was accidental. Gripping the sword she had made tightly, she looked down, her green bangs shadowing her eyes as the blue vested slave spoke to her. She hated the sound of his voice, dripping with sweet fantasies and honeyed false promises. Her head told her to listen, but her heart...her heart was screaming.
"I...I can't think I can't think! Just shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" She yelled, stamping her foot, her shoulders shaking. At Kaltaris' voice she drew in a ragged breath and thought softly at him,
'Don't kill her.
Then out loud she said in a dead voice and flat tone,
"Get out of my sight."