Draziel's POV
Women. They weren't really my strong suit. I spun around, slicing the sword in the air with a precision that had the sword whistle in a fast, aching tune. I could never understand women. The more I tried to understand them, the more mysterious they got.
She had always wanted us together. Yet when I was about to break my biggest rule, just to have her come back, she refused to come, threatening to be suicidal if I brought her back to my palace. Why would she do that? I was just trying to protect her. Trying to love…
I snapped away the thought, shaking my head. I resumed my stance as I realized I was faltering on it already. I swiped the sword left and right again, slicing, piercing the air with clear, decisive strokes.
