“What are you doing?” Alistair glanced at my hands. “What do you mean?” “You smell like her.” “That’s because I fucked her in an alley. Why would I not?” “You know what I mean.” The stench of death filled the room as Tobias appeared at my side. “You’re infatuated with her,” he sneered. “She is a beautiful girl, yes.” Tobias scoffed. “She is not yours.” Rage erupted in my gut, and I slipped the coin into my pocket. “I made her. She’s mine.”
