As she touched him, the lion instincts in him quickened and impounded by the rush of blood took over, and Remi turned with a ferocious snarl on his lips and the beginning of a roar building deep in his throat. For a moment he watched her with predatory gold eyes, his snarl growing. With effort, that snarl seemed to turn inwards, and the lion all but crumpled to reveal Remi on his knees with his hands balled into fists. Forcing himself to unclench his jaw, he gave Rexanna a breathy laugh as he glanced up. "Good shot." REMI It's not a silly little moment, it's not the storm before the calm This is the deep and dyin' breath of this love we've been workin' on |
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.