Chapter 195 First Blood, Last Breath Ch4
- She doesn’t expect him that night.
- She’s half asleep — one leg out from under the thin sheet, hair a mess around her throat, the hum of city noise slipping in through her cracked window.
- She thinks about him, of course — the taste of him, the way he dropped for her in that filthy hallway like kneeling was the first thing he ever learned to do right.