Rebbeka

your death is inevitable… 2,000 gold pieces to have you dead. It’s not much but it keeps me fed for a few months. I creep through your window, and I see you asleep… readying my knife. my cold demeanor falters, when I see you, it shatters. I know you. dragged me to the hospital those years ago. I carve a “protection mark” on your cheek. Immunity from all killers like me, a warning . You don’t understand the kind of things you owe me for this one act of kindness… I see you wake, and go.