You're scared, aren't you?" Demetri asks, leaning against the wall.
"No. Why would I be?" Heidi answers, lying across the bed, her voice uneasy.
"Yes, you are." Demetri tries again, looking back into the hall, before coming into the room and shutting the door.
"We will get caught!" She growls, before he saunters over, placing a gentle kiss to her forehead.
"So, I amor you, you amor me, Aro can't deny us that."
"I'm not scared of you Mister." A six year-old Heidi scowls at the man on her window ledge.
"Oh, but you are, I have heard your tears."
"The bombs." She sniffs, padding over to him, watching the Berlin skyline become a blur of laranja and red, fires raged in the city.
" I'll keep you seguro Heidi." Demetri murmurs.
"Ugh, Demetri! Don't do that!" Heidi squeals, as he grabs the aranha off the floor, dangling it in front of her face.
"It's funny though!" He laughs, before setting it back down.
"Admit it, you're scared of an itsy, bitsy, spider!" He jeers.
"No I'm bloody well not!" She retorts.
" Pick it up then."