At Opposite Ends of the EarthChapter 3: Hungry Like the Wolf
Mias' feet pounded into the oak floors of the long hallway that led away from Elle's room, causing the walls to shake and a few choice mirrors to fall and shatter. Down the corridor he stomped with pure rage practically rolling off his shoulders in hot steam.
"That conniving little sprite!" he snapped, his hands in clenched fists at his sides.
You see, Mias' pride had been badly bruised with Elle's reaction to him, for it was not the reaction he desired or expected. He had fancied her feelings would resemble gratitude, not fear.
'Ha! Gratitude would have been acceptable, but not bloody terror!' he thought, then speaking aloud in an infuriated tone, "My eyes! The witch poisoned me with pure spirits! Why didn't she just pop open a bottle of rum and pour it into my eyelids?!"
"Well what did you expect her to do after being haunted in her dreams nearly every night by you? After being kidnapped, did
At Opposite Ends of the Earth Chapter 2: Sabine Woman
"Thank you for calling, Ricky, but really, I'm fine," Elle reassured her friend from work for the third time since she had called.
"Are you sure you don't want to go out tonight?" Ricky's voice bellowed from the phone, "My buddies and I are going to go raving."
Elle's eyes popped wide openthis was exactly why Ricky had always been nothing more than a work friend; she had no desire to go out and grind up a bunch of strangers and call it 'dancing'. She shook her head in exasperation and said, "No, that's okay, I'm just going to stay in tonight, thanks anyway. Alright, bye."
"Maybe we'll see each other around sometime?" Ricky's voice actually sounded hopeful, but Elle knew nothing would come of it.
"Maybe See you, Ricky," Elle bit her lip and hung up the phone.
Actually, Elle had different plans for this evening, though none of them involved any of her close friends. Eve
At Opposite Ends of the EarthChapter 1: Elle
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