[And take in the scene, he had. Pulse racing, he now crouches beside the desk, though he’s not entirely out of range, cursing the fact that the office has such an open layout. Voice shaking just slightly, he speaks, hand tightening on the grip of his knife.]
Let her go, Dahlia! Let her…
[He trails off then, the realization that Dahlia is most likely in a medium’s body suddenly hitting him. His eyes flick to the knife in his hand and he swallows hard, beads of sweat forming over his brow. He couldn’t hurt her. Couldn’t hurt the medium, no matter the cost.]
Let her go? Why would I do that when I’ve just taken my ultimate revenge?
Dahlia laughs at him coldly, a cruel smile forming on her wicked lips. The two of them both know that Phoenix can’t—won’t—hurt the medium, and that she is totally in control of the situation. Mia’s body is growing colder in her arms, and Dahlia is growing just a little impatient.
I think I’ll speed up the process a little. It’s boring, waiting like this~
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