the wounds are open and bleeding out
"Oh, sing me another song why don't you, little bird," Ronin snapped as Remi said his name once more, the hunter slumping back in the other man's lap and rolling his eyes, as if he was no longer even worth the effort of ripping to pieces. "Ronin this, Ronin that, is it a wonder I had to escape into the woods to get away from you?"
Even as he spoke, a hand had snaked out to insidiously snake its way around Remi's throat, flexing as if it might squeeze at any moment. "What, then? What did you want with little old me, sweetheart? Just fancied playing kiss chase in the woods?" His smile was dark, too wide, and stained black. "Because I'm game."
Even as he spoke, a hand had snaked out to insidiously snake its way around Remi's throat, flexing as if it might squeeze at any moment. "What, then? What did you want with little old me, sweetheart? Just fancied playing kiss chase in the woods?" His smile was dark, too wide, and stained black. "Because I'm game."
THE
FALLEN STAR