Shadow Mountain honey, this mirror isn't big enough for the two of us

Agrippa.

In his grooming he paused to regard the boy, something near-predatory blooming behind the ultramarine eyes. I could be him, He murmured, uncoiling now in a slow, smooth motion. If you want.

Earp was only a lost soul seeking shelter.

Dirtwater Fox, then, was a hunter — no longer in search of anything at all. He smiled and crept closer. Just for tonight, yeah? Our little secret, his tone seemed to say. I understand. I won't tell.