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He made his advance on her â bringing their bodies closer than he probably should have. He could feel her heated breath on his neck. âI am a liar, Qetsiyah.â Her name danced off his tongue elegantly, but there was an edge to it. Sharp like a blade â cold as its steel. âI have deceived, and mocked, and ruined. Iâve warped your pretty little descendants mind, Iâve hunted Amaraâs doppelgangers. I slithered my way into countless minds and tricked them into bleeding themselves dry by using the stolen voices of their lost loves. I am cold and heartless and I donât regret a moment of it.â The crescendo. âI perfected this role over the past two thousand years. I became this creature of hatred; dark and damned. No, my love, I was not honest with you back in Greece. I held a deep, dark secret; one that I was selfish for keeping â but I did love you.â Hazel eyes pierced through the witch. A distance in them that had been carved into his very being. âWhat I donât get.. is why I care whether you believe me or not?â His brow cocked at her. Apathetic and inquisitive. âWhat are you to me now, but a fading reminder of the man I was once was? A self-made antagonist: the Woman Scourned.â
 Qetsiyah stood her ground as he made his approach, though her confidence wavered as he stood more inches from her. She hadn't been so close to him in so long, and she couldn't help but stare at him as he spoke. The witch couldn't deny, there was a certain kind of charisma about him. It was one of the things that had drawn her to him, it was of the things that she'd love about him. Now though, that same charisma that had driven her to creating an elixir that granted immortality tore her to shreds as she stood there, letting it happen, with tears stinging at her eyes. "Self-made? Self-made? You ruined me, Silas. I gave up everything for you. My hopes, my dreams... I gave it up because of you. I would have done it all again, anything if you could have just loved me..."  Tears streamed down her face, red hot anger, and sorrow she couldn't explain. "You ruined my life..." Repeating herself, she took a deep breath as she looked up at him. "I let you ruin my life, and I let you lie to me back then... I'm not going to let you do it to me again, Silas." Reaching up and wiping at her tears, struggling for air she met his eyes again and stepped back further into her shop. "You should go."






