DARIUS.
Bliss.
Was the thought that crossed my mind as soon as her scent wafted through my nostrils.
The moment our eyes had met, and I saw the horror on her face, I froze. My sword still lingered by my side, dripping with the blood of the my sparring partner.
She had a confused look on her face, and I’m sure she probably thought I was a murderer, and I could see how that would probably look true if someone didn’t understand what was happening.
I took a step back, and my partner stirred awkwardly. The confusion on Layla’s face turned to fear, and she stared with her mouth open as he slowly got to his feet. I found the scene slightly amusing as I saw how she was looking at both of us as if nothing made sense to her anymore. She watched him sway slightly on his feet before he finally
