Luneshale Pass hielo

it’s malice he sees in her eyes as she pulls close, curling like a snake around its prey. soto doesn’t see the appeal — she’s pretty, yes, but disfigured — too hard and too tumbled around by the cold knocks of life to be anything lovely.

but she’s right — juarèz does enjoy his time with her.

drug or not, one thing separates her from what cannot be quit and its the tender stirring of life beneath her skin. te pueden matar. his tone so civil it belies the chilling message below it; observational, clinical, detached. siempre hay otra chica.

he lets this sink in and wonders if she would arrive at her own conclusion; to see the true reason the jaguar employed — required even — the cold sensibilities of his brother.