"You cannot fight this enemy."
You heard me. Find me one. Bring her to the cottage.It matters not. Just make sure she’s paid enough to be willing.
He expected questions. There were none.Zypher merely inclined his head. As you wish.Xcor wheeled away, prepared to hunt and fight and kill. And before jogging off, he glared over his shoulder. Blonde. I want a blonde. And she must have long hair.
With a nod, Xcor ran down the alley, his combats thundering over the rough pavement. Sniffing the breeze, his brain filtered through the smells of diesel fumes and cheap restaurants, and humans that were homeless and unbathed, and rotting fish in the river.His rage at himself sharpened every sense he had—
Hey, man, you looking for a taste?
Pulling his body up short, he turned around, but knew from the scent coming at him on the gusts that it was no human who stood in the shadows.And more good news came as the bum rush to the heavens slowed.
Just really psyched for dinner. Oh, my God, I can’t wait to get there.She tucked her arm through his and leaned her head against his triceps. You really know how to treat a female.
Damn right he did. For example, he was very clear that it would be considered highly unromantic to go fetal and suck your thumb because you were nut-less when it came to heights.Thank you, baby Jesus, to use a Butch phrase.