I stop in the doorway, my gaze wandering around the greenhouse. Panes are missing, roses are overgrown and wild. You're there in the middle of it all, twirling that damn detonator between your fingers as you watch the sun set on a city you plan to turn to ash. You crossed the line this time. This time, I don't have a choice but to play dirty, to use your weakness against you. I step forward, my voice soothing and sultry. Hey sweetheart. I don't suppose a please will make all of this go away?
Comments
0No comments yet.