When I come down and refocus, I find Bran staring at me with two eyes like embers. I’ve never seen so much pain and anguish on his face before. The doorframe groans again, his knuckles white. I pull the vibrator out, and then drag my tongue over my juices glistening on the violet shaft. “Mmmm,” I say. “So sweet.” “You’ll pay for this one, little mouse.” The rumble is gone from his voice. Now he is cold and distant.
