MABEL
A long hiss threatened to snag and grate down the back of her throat again, but she was moved into silence by the piercing weight of the other man’s gaze. She stilled, almost eerily so, a snarl yearning to reveal fangs once more. But her eyes went to the book, furrowing her brows, about hints and clues, about gaps and trails, about assistance she had zero desire to implement.
Maybe she could just lie. Forge and deceive and fabricate her way out of it.
Be set free.
Get ahold of one of her knives, somehow, someway, and stab them all in the throat.
Her eyes went briefly to Gideon behind her, a subtle shift like a predator lying in the boundaries of the shadows, entirely unaware of just how far the snare had pulled and snagged. A promise, in those depths, of death and desecration the moment she had another opportunity.
Then she turned back to Cian, a chin jutting out with an air of sedition. “And just what am I supposed to tell you?”
Maybe she could just lie. Forge and deceive and fabricate her way out of it.
Be set free.
Get ahold of one of her knives, somehow, someway, and stab them all in the throat.
Her eyes went briefly to Gideon behind her, a subtle shift like a predator lying in the boundaries of the shadows, entirely unaware of just how far the snare had pulled and snagged. A promise, in those depths, of death and desecration the moment she had another opportunity.
Then she turned back to Cian, a chin jutting out with an air of sedition. “And just what am I supposed to tell you?”
Let's go to war to make peace
Let's be cold to create heat
Let's be cold to create heat
