such a jezabels mood

delesi  asked:

(So there's no way in all of time and space that Gek would do this to Jez, except perhaps under a fuckton of mindcontrol, but I'm in an evil mood so...) 🔪?

Jezabel stumbled back, hand against her chest. Thank God he had missed her heart, though the blade was lodged pretty close to it. Her blood felt slick against her hand. You can’t trust anyone, at least that’s what the assassins used to tell her. And here it was, too true. She couldn’t even find a words, let alone a snarky quip. She fell to her knees, refusing to cry or show weakness. “Why?” She finally gasped.