the wounds are open and bleeding out
The sneer that flickered across Ronin's face was all too satisfied, as if to tell Remi that it didn't matter whether Ronin had run into the forest or if he had been commandeered there. Either way, here they were, and he was getting exactly what he wanted. "Keep it up, sweet thing, and I can show you everything else monsters do, too." A dark laugh bubbled out of his throat, fingers pulsing against Remi's neck.
He raised his eyebrows at the suggestion that he would be tearing anything back from anyone, and in a moment Ronin had squeezed the alchemist's throat and attempted to slam him back against the forest floor. Leaning down into the dirt and slow so his cold lips could linger against Remi's ear, his nails bit into the flesh of the other man's neck. "You will never take this back," he whispered, sounding very certain about that.
He raised his eyebrows at the suggestion that he would be tearing anything back from anyone, and in a moment Ronin had squeezed the alchemist's throat and attempted to slam him back against the forest floor. Leaning down into the dirt and slow so his cold lips could linger against Remi's ear, his nails bit into the flesh of the other man's neck. "You will never take this back," he whispered, sounding very certain about that.
THE
FALLEN STAR
