I don’t, [ he shakes his head, his brows crease further, and once doused fully with his own blood, falco removes his hold on luz, bringing the vial and his working hand back to his lap. ] no . . .
[ no, or know? his pale little fingers were beginning to fidget with the cork of the vial. the more he tunneled for an answer that she was seeking, the more things were getting hazy, the more— he saw purple. ]
no subject
[ no, or know? his pale little fingers were beginning to fidget with the cork of the vial. the more he tunneled for an answer that she was seeking, the more things were getting hazy, the more— he saw purple. ]
I just shot you. That doesn’t make you angry?