Tracey

I watch Charles as he scrubs his hands over his face and sighs. Then out of nowhere, a woman appears, as if by magic.

‘What are you doing here?’

The woman I can see is one of the most beautiful I have ever seen. Her long, dark red wine hair falls in waves around her shoulders and back. Her red lips shine in the light, her big midnight blue eyes have light blue swirls, and her porcelain skin shimmers. Her curves are covered in gothic attire, and she wears a dagger at her waist. I see it because her long coat shifts as she moves toward Charles.

‘I came to check on you,’

‘You shouldn’t care about me; I’m not worth your time.’

‘Maybe not,” The woman shrugs. ‘But it won’t stop me.’

‘You shouldn’t be here, Victoria. My grandfather didn’t grant you the power of time travel so that you could follow me.’

‘No, he granted me that power because I’m a fierce warrior. I protect our people because it’s what I was born to do, and I’m good at that. Theodore trusts that I would never abuse time travel,