Redhawk Caldera So let me hold you tight and share a killer, diller, chiller, thriller here tonight

Sadism, masochism... which one was which? Fox didn't have time to analyze that question before or after she nicked her lover's face. The taste of blood was sweet upon her tongue, and he lunged at her with all of his might. Lacking the proper amount of time to avoid his attack, she tried to at least avoid getting her throat ripped out. His teeth hit her shoulder–hard–and she gnashed her teeth at him.

Ripping free from his grip (and probably causing more damage by doing so), she took a few steps back and lowered her head. Her shoulder stung, but it would heal. Fox shook her coat, sending drops of blood flying in every direction imaginable. "You didn't think I'd be that easy, did you?" she teased, blood still on her tongue.