Arrow Lake she's into superstitions

She almost seems to hesitate, or that’s what he thought before the plume of her tail is swishing back and forth again. His laugh is a low rumbling, mouth slightly agape, showing rows of sharp teeth. He smiles at the shining emotion that radiates through her form and the sweet smile she gives him. 

She’s speaks of a name and then realizes that apparently he never told her the name of the Saints. Though as she bats her lashes up to him he can’t resist. He’s sure it was part of a diabolical plan for Donovan to think she’s innnocent and cute. Maybe she’s quite the silent killer, who knows.

Either way he gives her the name. “Saints of the Dying Light.” Rolling enticingly off a black tongue. “What do you say, darling, how about we head out?” He asks.