brows furrowed at his punctuation / hiding a deep chasm of swirling emotions over the thought of such an empire being brought to it’s knees. it had afforded her MUCH in the way of luxury and prestige, she had become one of the elite in this industry and, although this was not the only sect that dealt in such matters, it was the one with the greatest agency. would they rebuild ? would he look to create a new process in his image ? caden was unsure of where that would leave her, and the uncertainty did not sit well within her. thinking that he was about to leave, shrouded in night as he often was, woman reached out and captured him by the wrist / brazen touch having the other hand delicately trace the frame of his jaw.
barely a W H I S P E R of a touch, nothing more than midnight breeze. ❛ think about what you’re about to do. ❜ a careful word of caution, fingers attempting to brush aside the fringe of hair against his forehead. ❛ think about what that leaves people like us. ❜ finally, the first HINT of apprehension within a typically cool woman.
❛ blow this wide open and i’ll have no choice but to assist. ❜ caden knew that she could not have her alliance remain secret for long.
john is a man of calculated, impersonal focus. bones lined with steel – like a comic book character – only in a metaphorical sense. his blood runs colder than ice in his veins. a brief glimpse of the other side was all he’d gotten. a taste of how sweet life could be had he not been wicked. it’s an exhibition of a core belief he holds: everything has a price. so now the very employ that’s willfully aided him in damning his soul now seeks to send him to retribution. not that he’s undeserving of such a fate – rules are rules & this was a life filled with decisions he’d made for himself, mostly.
but damn anyone that looks to take this life away from him now.
the cool skin of her hand stills his coming stride. it warms as the hold persists, drawing him back from threshold of rage & deep, vast agony that he keeps in his heart. words melt into his ears, & the fingers affectionately running along his scruffy jawline recalling memories of the dearly departed.
“ they won’t stop. “
not until he’s dead, at least. with such a hefty price on his head, too, everyone’s got a personal stake in it. “ but it isn’t a cause for concern. “ he assures. “ not for you. “
because he’ll stick by her until the time is right, but once he’s ready to go loud with his intentions, he’ll be sure she’s far removed from him before commencing with them.
