The Black Roses

My sister said she would tell the people I worked with (someone named Zaque) that I lost my memory and they would take care of me.

Okay, so Zaque is a total hottie! His short, wavy, blonde hair was complimenting to his soft features and stormy blue eyes. Everything was perfect as for what a girl could want except for a jagged scar a crossed the left side of his face and towards what used to be an ear. I wonder why Azar didn't marry this guy instead of the one that woke me up this morning.

He pulled his sword the moment my sister left and held it to my throat before I could reach for mine. It terrifies me. What a turnoff.

"Who are you today? A girl or a boy?" Zaque asks, as if this has happened before.

"I'm a girl," I respond shakily.

"Name?" He says.

"Pollux Monteria."

"Nice to meet you Pollux. Can you use the sword at your waist," he said, sheathing his sword.

"I'm a- or was a shieldmaiden for a theives guild."

"Great!" He turns around, "Azar was a witch who dealed with demons and his body is now a second chance vessel as punishment."