His cape swirls around him like black, squelching fire as he stops in the center of the room. The frosted oil lamps flicker for what seems like no reason at all. There is no wind to move them...or maybe I just can't feel it. With the way my head feels, I'm pretty sure I've been staring at him for like an hour already so it wouldn't be surprising if I'd lost touch with other aspects of reality. But...I mean...is it the power he exudes...? Or...?
"So you're the rat who's crawled into my palace." Rat? Really?
"Uh. Sure." His eyebrows twitch up, face tilts and he parts his plush, dark lips. Pretty sure he wasn't expecting me to just accept that sort of name calling. The flicker of a crow touches the streaming moonlight and makes me more than a little aware that the man has left the jail door open behind him.
Probably shouldn't try to escape, though. That...might just be bad news bears. All things considered.
"You do not mind," he starts toward me, careful, distrusting footsteps pervading t