Stone Circle vittorio

just died. 
merrick could no longer help himself; hatred burned away the last of his tears and rust-red nape flared to a series of bristling spikes.
he thrust himself into the woman's space with tense steps. "you took her away you fucking bitch and now you can't even tell me how the fuck she died?" features twisted into a contortion of first pain, and then rage.
"i didn't —"
strangle her and cry with her and lie down with her and bury her for you to fucking not know.
" — come here for you to act like a fucking idiot. if you hadn't taken her to look for your own stupid brats, laurel," merrick bit, "she would still be alive."