Otter Creek [m]una vez más, con sentimiento

An arm thrusts forward.
It’s to take her chin in-hand.
He wanted to watch.
Watch as her face shed its hunger and terror and reached a height of ecstasy she never thought possible.
They’d reach it together.
He’d be the one to do that for her.

In half an hour she’d want more.
And he’d be the only one to give her what she wants.

He draws Sangre down into the shade with him and waits, smirking, while the coca takes effect.