Rhett buries his nose in my cleavage, nuzzling, hands splayed on my back. Im always going to choose the cookies.
The scent of lessers was in the air to such a penetrating degree that his body responded to the layers of stench, adrenaline pumping, instincts firing up and ready to fight—The first of the mutilated slayers presented themselves in a scattering across the thick undergrowth, and as the vehicle continued onward, more and more appeared.
Closing his eyes, he calmed himself and dematerialized to the flat roof of a five-story building up ahead of where the truck eventually stopped. Stepping carefully over fallen branches and banks of decaying leaves floating in cold puddles of water, Xcor worked his way over to the edge. The true scale of what had to have been a massive attack on the Lessening Society was evidenced by the acres of carnage in the very center of campus: A great swath of trampled grasses and trees was layered with body parts, half-dead, semi-alive slayers, and a tidal waves worth of the Omegas black, oily blood.It was like a depiction of Dhund itself.The Brotherhood, he said unto the wind.
That was the only explanation. And as he considered what their attack strategy had to have been, he was envious that they had been given the gift of this battle. How he wished it had been for him and his soldiers—Xcor wrenched around.
Something was moving on the roof behind him. Speaking. Cursing.
In the darkness, and with utter silence, he withdrew a steel blade from his chest holster and sank low on his thighs. Stalking forward in the cold gusts, he tracked the sounds that he was downwind of and tested the air. It was a human.He finally responds with a smirk. The fact that youre even askin makes me wonder about you sometimes, Laurel, he jokes.
Take a look around; theres no line at my door.My brow creases. Arent you still getting random text messages?
Well, I mean, yeah, but it doesnt mean anything.I dont know, a few a day?