She held her knife up to his neck, breathing deeply. "where... is... he..." she breathed into his ear, pushing lightly on his neck with the dagger. "I don't know Casandra." he whispered. "it's dra (Jer-ah one fluid sound, like bra but a J sound at the beggining)" she said, angered because he had already knew. "bullet, tell me where he is!!!" she shouted, throwing down her knife and forcing him against a wall with the palm of her hand. "TELL ME!!" "I told you Dra, I don't know where the prince is." Dra let out a deafening scream, annoyed and close to tears. She needed to find the prince otherwise it was curtains for her.
...Let us rewrite history, my dear...
...Take my hand and have no fear...
...Fly with me.... Even if you don't believe...
...Take my hand and have no fear...
...Fly with me.... Even if you don't believe...