Chapter 198 First Blood, Last Breath Ch7

• He presses her to the wall so hard the brick bites her shoulder blades — rough, cold, a bite she loves because it’s him pressing her there, his breath all ragged heat in the chill night.
• The stranger’s body is cooling ten feet away — the neon above flickers red, throwing just enough light to catch the smear of blood on his knuckles when he fists her hair and tilts her face up.
• She’s smiling — teeth bright, lips swollen from his bite. She’s not scared. She’s lit.