He takes her chin between his fingers, digging his talons into her putrid flesh. Then, to my horror, he bends down and kisses her. Kisses her right on her bloody lips, a long, slow, lazy sort of kiss. Almost sensual. He does it so casually, one cannot help suspecting he’s done it many times before. When he withdraws, Idreloth flutters her eyelashes up at him. But there’s murder in her gaze.
