"I love you." Those three words continued to replay in her head again and again and she couldn't seem to shake it, even exhausting herself through training the admittance from Will still plundered her mind. Vhal hadn't slept since the night her hunter bought her, he kept her through the night, holding her shivering body and accepting the fact that she hadn't spoken after offering himself bare to her. Did she love him? "Of course you do," was that little voice in the back of her mind that sounded annoyingly of Sam, yet she was unable to admit it to herself. The witch couldn't tell him; Sam already knew she loved him and now her master did as well. Will was a weakness that her master would exploit, she would use Will against her in any way possible. Even the thought caused her to shudder.

Yanking the water aggressively off, she stands for a moment in the shower, her thoughts swirling around the last few weeks. She hadn't seen her hunter in days, it was probably for the best, but she wanted to see him, she wanted to fall into that four-poster bed and never leave, there were so many wants in her world but the assassin knew better than to want anything. Sighing, she steps agilely out of the shower, toweling herself off before darting towards the spare bedroom Sam had offered her. Vhalla knew the faerie queen was out as well as Dorian, the last thing she needed was Dorian to lecture her on how improper it was for a woman to waltz naked through their home.

The witch and the faerie had a shaky truce, but a truce nonetheless, she knew he was waiting on her to decide to learn to control her powers but she couldn't help but shy away from it. She would burn this world to ashes if she could and that scared her. Shaking the thoughts from her mind, she slips into the room silently and closes the door behind her. Sunlight filters through the window, catching the dust particles in their light as she ruffles through the clothing in her drawers. She had taken to stealing some of Sam's clothes since the assassin couldn't very well waltz about in her black suit all hours of the day, the faerie queen would have a fit. Sighing, she grasps a handful of black fabric and tugs it loose from the drawer.

Sam still couldn't convince Vhalla to wear anything but black. Tugging on the black jeans, they form nicely around her tone legs and she slips on a simple white tee, v-cut and short sleeved before throwing a leather jacket around herself. Slipping on her boots, she felt slightly more comfortable that her boots attached to her suit could be removed to wear during the day. She couldn't very well slip her hunting daggers in tennis shoes. Shrugging her shoulders, she quickly brushes out her white hair, thanking Sam internally for introducing her to hair de-tangler, she flies through her almost already dry hair and is out the door in record time.

She didn't have a destination in mind, she simply knew she couldn't stay in a silent house one more moment. Shoving her hands into her jacket pocket, the light breeze picks up strands of her hair as they flow behind her gracefully. Then, Will comes dancing back into her mind, "We'll find a way to get you out of this. We'll find a way to free you from him." Shivering at the memory, she can't help the droop of her shoulders, it was impossible, she was bound to the sadistic man for forever. There was no way out of it.

She should go see him. She should forget about him. She should leave town.

Those thoughts plagued her every waking moment, she wanted to see Will but it was safer for him if she just disappeared. Heaving a frustrated sigh, she stops abruptly as she looks up. Of course, her feet would take her here. Pausing, she removes her hand from her jacket before making her way down the alley. This was where she had first met Will. Trailing her fingers across the brick wall, she smiles to herself as the memory explodes across her mind. They were trying to kill each other then, now look at them now. Remembering how he kissed her to take her off guard sent a thrill through her, she had never thought to use that as a tactic, though she couldn't imagine going around kissing her targets. Grinning to herself, she traces the wall where he had her pinned, and for whatever reason the hunter asked her to dinner.

Laughing quietly, she shakes head as the memories take over.