"You don't remember me?" He asks, his voice layered with a mixture of disdain and poignant hatred.
I don't reply. I just watched him walk toward me, that terribly annoying smile still wide on his lips.
Just who the hell is this fool? He can't be one of Ralyn's siblings, can he? No, he can't. All Steelhearts have white hair. They're born with it. This guy has black hair.
He takes one slow, measured step forward. "That's saddening. I thought you and I had a 'history' together," I don't know how something that's already ugly can get uglier, but his smile did as it widened more. "Don't we?" His voice drops low, a mocking tone.
Slowly, I drag my left foot backward. Shaping my stance.
He takes another step. He's just a few inches away from me now.
I crouch low, placing my right foot forward and strengthening it.
Deep in my mind, I visualize a thin line.
That line is on the ground, just a few centimeters away from my right foot.
