“You knew that the useless heap of muscles and bones was about to die, didn’t you?” Upon hearing my question, she tries to rip herself away from me. But it’s futile. I laugh darkly as she struggles against my lap. My breath feathers over her neck, and I don’t miss her skin pebbling as my thumb idly rubs circles on her waist. She straightens her back, head now facing forward, but answers my question. “Yes, I could sense death around him.” I’m suddenly made aware of a subtle rock of her hips against my thigh.
