“You can’t disrespect his body anymore,” I say boldly. Bright side. It’s the only bright side I have right now to cling to, as bleak and grim as it is. Captain Fane’s grip tightens on my ribbons in anger at my words. They’re tired, wet, and wilted, crushed in his hold and sapped of strength, same as me. “Fine,” he says against my neck as he leads me on. “Then I suppose I’ll just disrespect yours.”
…what the fuck
