JACK
”Speak for yourself. There’s always the brothel,” Jack muttered, clicking the door shut but opening the window to clear the room of the stink of piss. ”And there are other bunks on this ship, for that matter.” Not that he imagined she would use them. She’d kick him out of his own cabin before that happened.
The strain on his magic had been enough to set his head to pounding, and he pinched at the bridge of his nose before stepping across to the mess of the shelves, starting to tidy up what wasn’t damaged beyond repair. Books, trinkets, knick knacks - it was clutter, but it seemed to have order to it. His eyes slid across to her when she spoke, as if asking why she was wasting her breath. She’d instigated all of this. She’d made the choice.
”Depends,” he said, tucking a few loose pages back into a leather bound book. ”It’ll last until those letters are sent, or until I find a way to kill you without having to worry about their contents getting out.”
The strain on his magic had been enough to set his head to pounding, and he pinched at the bridge of his nose before stepping across to the mess of the shelves, starting to tidy up what wasn’t damaged beyond repair. Books, trinkets, knick knacks - it was clutter, but it seemed to have order to it. His eyes slid across to her when she spoke, as if asking why she was wasting her breath. She’d instigated all of this. She’d made the choice.
”Depends,” he said, tucking a few loose pages back into a leather bound book. ”It’ll last until those letters are sent, or until I find a way to kill you without having to worry about their contents getting out.”
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
