Black Morass mujhe chod ke, mujhe chod ke

and just as soon as it had begun, it was over. aditya cocked a brow at her offer, though kept his stance carefully neutral, hoping not to upset her further.

to be lost would mean i had somewhere to go in the first place, he remarked, a touch of wry humor in his voice. why would you help me, when only a moment ago you were at my throat?

he thought it was an honest question, anyway. was she crazy? wolves didn't attack much unless they were crazy, or sick. . .or both. he sniffed again, trying to get a better read on her scent. she didn't seem to carry the pungent-sweet smell of illness.

what he did smell, though, was milk—and that at least was some explanation for her behavior. a mother on edge.

still, he waited to see what she might say (or do).