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she draws attention to the unsightly hole in his skull that sits like the landing of some simmering meteor.

a flash of memory unbidden: safiya -- the desert pearl. the easy grin on her face. how she looked before nino plucked that swelling orb from its socket with a single claw.

several seconds pass where his expression remains severe. he presses his tongue to the roof of his mouth as he sweeps her up and down with his remaining eye: svelte. dark. and possessing a wildling look.

he moves close, reaching for her lithe body but stopping just short of contact. a current of heat ripples under his skin as he imagines what khusobek might do to her. what juarez or nino might.

and finally, what he could do to her.

me gustan las chicas divertidas. a lowness to his voice suggesting he enjoyed them very much. pero ellas no viven mucho.