_{for every step he takes, she retreats one in return. self-preservation, she tells herself. not fear. if he was going to kill her then he’d have one hell of a fight on his hands because she wasn’t going down quietly. “you KILLED them! it’s exactly what it looks like and there’s nothing you can say to convince me otherwise.” she couldn’t believe she actually thought he was different. that maybe he was trustworthy if not good and then he does something terrible like this without any warning whatsoever.} 

   _{man she sure knew how to pick ‘em.}

_{“then why don’t you call your friends then?” it was more than a simple statement. it was a taunt. one that he actually wanted her to go through with. he was dangerous, even he knew that, and now he was giving her an out. if she took it or not was up to her and her alone. “i’m sure they’d be interested in hearing all about this.”}