Niall was every bit the King of Nightmares in that moment. The rage that played under the edge of his emotions welled up like black tar. Ani thought she would choke on it - the loss, the fury, the vengeance. Here was the true Dark King.
"Twice now you've struck what is mine." Niall bit the words of as he stalked toward Bananach. "The girl Tish was mine to keep safe. Irial is mine".
Iri Iri Iri <3<3<3<3 (neeeej det där blev inte alls fjortis av mig.. men facebook har ju faktiskt talat om för mig att jag inte är fjortis! ;D)
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