Chapter 61 - "weakling"

The wind howled through my chambers that night like a predator circling its prey, icy and insistent, carrying a chill that seeped straight into my bones. I had just stepped out of a steaming bath, my skin still flushed and damp, wrapped in a thin nightgown that whispered against my curves with every move(i had unknowingly developed more defined curves since i became the heart binder for some reason and i liked it..it made me feel more "deserving" maybe it was my ego talking). The day's training aches throbbed in my muscles, a reminder of the light I'd finally coaxed into existence, but exhaustion tugged at me as I brushed out my tangled hair by the open window. Then the breeze shifted, turning unnaturally cold and heavy, laced with whispers that slithered into my ears like venomous serpents. I froze mid-brush, heart pounding. I knew him instantly. The Voidbinder. This was his second visit, and the familiarity of that oily darkness hit me like a punch to the gut.