Firefly Glen Take you like a drug;

Secrets keep it bound to come true.

She mulled the words in her mind. Her own experience proved them false but having heard them aloud by a stranger—she liked to think it was true. 

Arnarkla watched him raise his paw to his maw. He bit down on the appendage. There was no shift in her expression besides the flash of intrigue in her gaze, curious as to what Cole was leading up to. 

Blood was warm, he said. In a literal sense, she had to agree. 

Do you really believe so? she asked, voice low and genuine. 

Haunting eyes fell on the scar on his face.