Hideaway Strath I can show you the devil

He lies there, still as a statue, and thinks she’s going to come down on him again. Thankfully she doesn’t, but he still doesn’t dare to move a muscle. Looking up to her with wild eyes mixed with surprise and submission. Eyes flick to her raised hackles and tail, then finally the way she relaxes some on top of him. Not a lot, but enough for him to know she probably won’t go at him again.

Tell Simmik what you did.

His blood rushes through his veins and it’s horribly loud in his ears. God, if he tells Simmik she’s going to be pissed. Not only will she be pissed, she’s going to be hurt too. He doesn’t want to see her like that. I’m that case, maybe he shouldn’t have done it in the first place.

He sighs and the Grandmaster has obvious hurt and regret in his golden orbs. He nods. “Okay, fuck.” He curses softly. “I’ll fucking tell her.” He tries to ease to his overseer.