Chapter 43 The Heart

• The Queen smiled, showing her sharp, white teeth. The stone room was dimly lit, torches on the walls with flames burning bright that was casting shadows on the grey stone walls. Holding her long leathery hand out, her boney fingers wrigled with anticipation of holding the heart.
• "Hand it to her." Galinn said as he looked at Alexis with disgust towards the Queen. Nodding his head as he spoke. He wanted to stab her and rip her heart out. The hungry Alps outside of the castle would love to have it for a meal.
• "Alright." Alexios responded pausing for a second as he looked at her. She looked way to happy. He didn't trust her, her smile, holding her hand out like she was. I might be the first to die...he mind linked the other two. Slowly walking forward, he held the plastic bowl out towards her. He didn't want to get any closer to her than he had too. As soon the bowl brushed her finger tips she grabbed it so quick that Alexios couldn't see her hand move.