Kai couldn't understand what Anna spoke about.
Every instinct imprinted into him by every past violent memory of intimacy taught him that he was a battlefield. As a shark, he always had bloody and primal instincts.
He thought about Villis, about the rough hands, the blood, the violence of it all.
And he looked down at Anna. Anna, who was watching him with a soft and tender gaze, her gentle hands still on his chest.
She's different. She was strong, but fragile at the same time. He knew that when she gave him Villis' head like an offering.
She looked at him like he was a person. Not a test subject given to her to tinker with.
"Hey," her soft voice wrapped around him. She touched his cheek, smiling warmly at him. "Where have you gone to?"
Kai took her hand and kissed her inner wrist.
He wanted her. He wanted to sink into her, bury himself into her warmth until the world and every hurtful memory faded away.
