To reach such a state of existence, such a tragic relationship with pain...
Black Fang's expression shifted.
The stern analytical mask cracked as a brief light behind her eyes materialized while she watched this man look genuinely hurt on her behalf over a life he hadn't lived and wounds he wasn't responsible for.
She held that look for exactly long enough to feel it in her heart, then sealed it away.
"We'll discuss everything when the time is right."
Quinlan nodded. "Yeah."
While the two were discussing, Myrasyn leaned toward Sera, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"Do you think I could also...?"
Sera's hands paused.
"I mean, I licked his..." Myrasyn faltered as she searched for the academic term, failed, and pressed on regardless. "I did far more than Black Fang did, and she barely even moved her hand! Why did she become this so-called 'Beloved' and not me? Should I drink his blood too? Is that the missing component?"
