Esme sheathed her knife then let her body fall backwards; the wind flapped through her clothes and hair until she backflipped through the air and landed on the grass below. She walked casually into the chilling woods that could potentially cause her danger, but her heart beat regularly and her breaths even. She'd killed many in her very young age; there was nobody that scared her now. Death had never scared her. If she died at the hands of Ethan, it would really piss her off, and if she died at the hands of Gabriel, then she'd be saddened but if anyone else killed her, then so be it.