Two Eyes Cenote [m] tierra de nadie

Predictable.
Men like that are.
There’s always a pretty face behind gritting fangs.
Well, this one’s not so pretty anymore.

One word uttered, the rest, silent acquiescence.
The girl screams. She’s sick.
The hound keeps on her, watching jefe slither through the sands.
Look what they’d done to him.

Niño opens his mouth to pant.
Slips the turquoise orb between his teeth.
Bites down hard for an audible crunch before spitting the mucous remnants into the dirt near the girl’s face.

She’s released.
Soto is hauled onto his back.

“Adios.”
He bolts.