She pauses on the next-to-last step, leaving her eyes on a level with his. “How do you plan to make that happen? Once you leave here, you can no longer hope to have any effect on my actions.” The death of the child surges through her blood, bringing heat to her skin. “I will follow you,” she breathes. “However you escape, I will follow you. No cat gives up its prey.”A vindictive laugh passed his lips and he tossed his head back, his eyes sparkling in amusement. “How cute, you think you’re a cat,” he says, his tone mocking as he steps up onto the bottom step, looming over her. “You will keep your nose out of my affairs, I do not care what you do once I am gone, you are not my concern, Arthur is my concern.”
“You can’t have it both ways,” Summer says sweetly. She refuses to back down from him, staring up with narrowed green eyes. “Either you will prevent me from following you, or once you escape — /if/ you escape — my actions no longer matter.” She laughs, sharp and harsh, and runs a finger along the curve of his jaw.
“You can’t stop me, pretty prince. You can’t even find a way out. You’re useless. No hope.” She backs up a step, and another, before turning her back on him and returning to the surface.