Some thoughts, and events, can't be hidden from one of their kind.
And his anger has been roused. He's not sure why, but her actions with Ramon have brought out white-hot fury in him. Ruin stops at the bedside, looking down at her with cold, dispassionate eyes.
He reaches out to brush a blonde lock of hair from her brow, to run his finger down her cheek, along her jaw, and it takes everything in him not to stop at her neck and grasp it.
(Choke her throttle her make her beg)
Instead, he draws his hand back and stares down at her sleeping face.
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Some thoughts, and events, can't be hidden from one of their kind.
And his anger has been roused. He's not sure why, but her actions with Ramon have brought out white-hot fury in him. Ruin stops at the bedside, looking down at her with cold, dispassionate eyes.
He reaches out to brush a blonde lock of hair from her brow, to run his finger down her cheek, along her jaw, and it takes everything in him not to stop at her neck and grasp it.
(Choke her throttle her make her beg)
Instead, he draws his hand back and stares down at her sleeping face.