Suicide's Consequences Ch 11Suicide's ConsequencesMore Like This
Mentally I growled at the whole situation at hand. I was lucky to even eat breakfast because thankfully that one woman, I think her name was "Hannah", came to Sebastian's room to deliever food at the precise moment we were about to leave. Honestly! He could have at least waited until I had my breakfast, the pervert . . .
But anyway, here I am on a carriage powered by black stallions with beautiful silver manes and, instead of real eyes, bright fire over took their eye sockets. They were obviously very strong horses, bred to perfection due to their bulging muscles that ripple every time they made movement. To add to this lunacy, I had to wear this stupid blindfold and only God knows why.
Sebastian said it would add to the suspence bubbling up after the ride, but I don't quite believe him. Although I can't deny that I am curious. What would be just so interesting that the demon would had to forsake one of