[ The entire time, she had been this close to letting go of the soldier in her grip and joining Connor's side-- but he's got things under his control. He's skilled. Trained. She wonders where he picked up such skills and well-timed reflexes.
Her fingers tighten against the one in her coils already, the toe of her boot pressing against his injury now. ]
Where? Tell me. [ Her voice drops low and is almost pleasant, but behind the false sweetness is the threat of more pain. ]
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Her fingers tighten against the one in her coils already, the toe of her boot pressing against his injury now. ]
Where? Tell me. [ Her voice drops low and is almost pleasant, but behind the false sweetness is the threat of more pain. ]