The Unimaginable

Only there was no way Remi was about to sneaked up on. Not with something as precious as Aoife nestled against him. Though he didn't move away from the sleeping girl, he turned his head around, canines showing as he snarled silently at Sam's approach. If there was recognition in Remi's honey-stare, it was hard to see. The shock had sank its claws deep into the wounded alchemist, and though clearly he had the presence of mind to make sure Aoife was comfortable and well-fed, the same was obviously not true of himself. But then, again, the lion snarling up at the bookmaker hardly seemed to care about much in this world anymore. If Sam still tried to reach out and touch him, he'd find the silent snarls would turn audible, the ferociousness of the big-cat's expression unmistakable. R Ǝ M I Since you burned me at the stake, all of my feelings went away At least there’s no feelings in my way