"You won't do that..." Felicie said, reigning in her fears and forcing the words from her lips.
"What can stop me?" he replied, inching his face closer to hers, resulting in her heart beating even faster.
"Ok. Ok. I'll translate it!" she screamed out at the last second, as Zeras halted and the air in the room resumed once more, the dark aura disappearing as if it was nothing more than an illusion.
"Then get to work already," he said with a smirk, and with no choice, she walked to the table, her eyes looking at the words.
She soon brought out a book and a pen, and some other junk-like pages, before she quickly got to work.
"Naive," Zeras thought to himself, moving to the bed to relax his thoughts.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!