Sunbeam Lair could’ve got a deal if i wanted, but i like owning shit

renard’s opinion of donovan was, of course, what it was. but they couldn’t deny the effect. it wasn’t the respect that he’d tried to claim – it was fear – but of course it was. fear was far more effective, used wisely, and when you kept an eye on the people you were applying it to.

whatever he’d done – and refused to explain – back in the dunes was enough. their visitor took a deep breath before she spoke and normally…well, there wasn’t really a normal here, was there? she was passing by. if renard cared about keeping the saints’ nose clean –

they were past that.

they took another step. the smile widened until it was flat teeth gleaming in the darkness, lost all pretense at friendliness. it was nice, that for once there was no point in pretending.

“start running,” renard suggested, and came forward, waiting for her to turn to snap out at a hind leg – or at her face, if she refused.