Pierce
“Yeah.” Pierce says, twisting a little to take a few steps one way before turning around to repeat it, pacing like a predator waiting for his prey to do something at least kind of fun before he strikes. The blade twists in his hand as he explains, condescending in a way that almost makes it seem tiring. “The Family had quite a few places around here that were cozy and you had to go and ruin ‘em all.” The blade glints as he moves it through the air, keeping the barrier up as he lets his deep rumbling voice continue to fill the air between them.
“So I think I’m gonna have to rectify some of that, huh, Flora?” Stopping in front of her, his electric gaze snaps back in on her, his dark curls hiding part of his brows but it’s clear he raises one with his question, preparing in the mean time for a game of cat and mouse.
“So I think I’m gonna have to rectify some of that, huh, Flora?” Stopping in front of her, his electric gaze snaps back in on her, his dark curls hiding part of his brows but it’s clear he raises one with his question, preparing in the mean time for a game of cat and mouse.
