Scarlett Smith

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He was excited by the subtle way she struggled in his grip, so mentally strong, but physically giving herself over to his demands, to his pace. Lysander felt the power in each thrust, each contraction of her walls around his length, throbbing in response. He moaned as her body reacted to his search, telling him he’d found the right place and vibrated another groan against her lips as he was bitten. His own sweat beaded across his brow and torso to mingle with hers, gliding their skin together, as his lip indeed healed itself.

Lysander nodded against her assertion, not giving in just yet, but acknowledging her request. “That’s what you want?” His voice was rough enough to have some cracked edges, deep in his chest. “Whatever you want.” As he moved up to meet her, he found some of Scarlett’s skin with his own teeth, biting into flesh as he gave her what she asked for.

Bouncing her against him, he used all the strength in both arms to lift her up and slam her down, although he refused to go any faster. Only harder, he rammed repeatedly into that expanding and hardening spot, forcing her core to yield his entry, pushing for her orgasm before he couldn’t control his own. “Come for me, Scar. I need you to let go.” He found another spot to bite, sucking hard against her flesh and continued to ask for her climax with every other part of his body.

#5 years later #sry ive been drunk 4 like 3 days haha #c:lys

The sound of his voice sent shivers up her spine, gripping at the short locks of hair on the back of his head and about to nod in answer to his question when she felt another shiver creep up. Whatever you want. You, she wanted to say, but Scarlett choked out a gasp instead as his teeth sunk into her skin. How was everything he did such perfection? She couldn’t wrap her mind around the way they worked together, utterly unable to explain the flood of relief and torment she felt when he bounced her harder. Why was he doing this? There was no way she could ask, every time Scarlett opened her mouth gasps for breathe mixed with muffled moans poured out. “Lys..” Her voice was soft at first but began to grow, just like the tightening feeling in her core, almost yelling by the time he’d forced her to climax. The feeling was so intense she sat a top him a little dazed at first, her body coated in a thin sheen of sweat, her olive cheeks flushed pink,and her skin tingly across every surface inch. Wow. She wanted to say it but Scarlett lacked a strong voice after such an orgasm, instead collapsing against his broad chest and taking a moment to finally catch her breathe. Her chest moved up and down quickly as she soaked up the come down of her cumming, only half aware she was still sitting on top of him. “...sorry.”

Moving just enough to get out of his lap, Scarlett curled into the warmth of Lysander’s side, her physical body so drained she couldn’t hold her tongue when she whispered into the bare skin of his side, “I’ve missed you.”

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His eyes flare wide as he realizes she’s throwing all foreplay aside in the interest of getting on with it and while he doesn’t really mind, he is a little disappointed that he won’t yet have his mouth on every last part of her but there’s always later. Although there shouldn’t be. This should be the last time.

Picking up his feet to place flat on the bed, he bends his knees to thrust up into her, meeting her pace and each movement halfway. The hand at her breast made its way up to grip the back of her neck and a lock of her hair, holding her face to his, her mouth to his lips, as he groaned against it. His other hand wandered down her ribs to grip a handful of ass, more or less holding her in place with it as he took over their rhythm and slowed it, searching out very specific nerves buried deep within her and waiting on the reaction that would tell him he’d hit it: the gasp of breath or sudden sheen of sweat.

#that is so sad :'(#all thardy gifs are perf tho #c:lys

Control was her aim when she’d rolled them over, when she’d placed herself on top, but it felt oddly satisfying to have Lysander’s hands gripping at her flesh and guiding her body up and down. Relinquishing power was unfamiliar territory for Scarlett, unprepared for how tantalizing the slowing down of their pace would be, her walls pulsing around him in response. When he’d finally found her g-spot though her entire body reacted, sweat beads surfacing across the back of her neck and face, her fingers and toes curling up, and her jaw locking up mid-kiss, sending her teeth deep into the softness of his bottom lip. Until she tasted blood she didn’t realized she’d bit down so hard, halfway to apologizing before remembering he’d be healed before she got the words out. She sucked up the blood instead, almost smiling at the taste while she peppered soft kisses across the punctured flesh.

The longer he slow drove into the center of her core the less Scarlett could bare it, beginning to whine into his mouth in demands for more. She tried to break from his pace, to move faster along his length, but the hold on her neck kept her in place. It was erotic, to be controlled, but more frustrating than her impatience could handle. “Fuck meeeee.” The words came out whiny and muffled by his lips, Scarlett wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him up to an almost sitting position, using their new closeness to press her mouth against his ear. She started out with kisses that turned into bites, making her way down his neck as best she could without disrupting the rhythm he’d created between their bodies. “I won’t break.” Her tongue had left a line of saliva across his warm neck, the breathe that blew out when she spoke adding to the coolness.

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Also amused, he groaned a small laugh, despite how painful that not-softness was becoming, the promise of relief was intoxicating. And more than intoxicating was the hand that came next, stroking him, and causing his eyelids to flutter with another groan. He had just dropped his heavy head onto her shoulder when Scarlett went for the reversal, allowing her to put him wherever she wanted. Sucking his bottom lip in, he slid his tongue along it and watched, loving the way her hair brushed her skin, the light weight pinning his dick against him.

“Did I?” He couldn’t even force himself to sound amused, his throat tightening, giving his voice a rough edge. “To be fair, this feels very serious.” Letting a hand roam up her taut stomach, his fingers hit the wire of her bra and kept going, pushing the cup up so that the flats of his fingertips could drag over her nipple, index and ring finger pinning it in place while his middle finger rubbed up, then down, hardening the bud. Meanwhile, his other hand traveled behind her back to unhook the closure, freeing her breasts to his vision with a sigh and an especially hard throb against her core. “Wow.”

#thought about using a read more but u know fuq it #c:lys

Part of Scarlett just wanted to stare at him, convinced she sat a top a forgotten god and not a man, but the way he touched her demanded reciprocation. “Serious..” The word was muffled by heavy breathe, opting not to say anymore in regards to his comment. Scarlett was unwilling to imagine tonight as anymore than a game she’d once again won, unable to handle the fact that in the morning or at least in the coming days, she’d have to disappear. As much as she wanted to trust that he wouldn’t turn her in or have her captured, Scarlett couldn’t take the chance, she couldn’t let this be serious.

The moment his hand touched her stomach and made its way up her body she was jerked from her thoughts and back into the moment, gasping at the sensation of his fingers around her nipple. When she felt him throb against her core Scarlett couldn’t wait anymore, lifting herself up on her knees so she could reach back and free him from the last remaining piece of clothing on his body. “Wow right back at you.” One of her hands gripped at the base of his hard on while the other pushed the fabric of her panties to the side, easing down on him as slow as she could to tease them both. She picked up a rhythm before reaching for his face, pulling him into a kiss as she road a top his lap.

Scarlett felt lost in their embrace, how he felt, how he tasted, and how he smelt were all consuming sensations. So much so that for a moment she felt completely right about her place in this world, like she was made to devour the lost immortal beneath her.

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Lys, on the other hand, had never forgotten what Scarlett’s touch did to him, so the warmth rising rapidly from his groin, tingling all the way out to his fingertips, wasn’t surprising at all. She was the only woman who’d ever gotten him to cheat, she convinced him to cause actual harm to someone he loved–no easy feat. He let the shirt go and rolled easily on the bed, fitting himself comfortably between her thighs, throbbing less comfortably against the heat there.

He sucks on her bottom lip and relieves her of his pants duty, unhooking the button and easing down his zipper to push away his pants and leave him in his boxers. Immediately next on the agenda is her pants, which he makes quick work of and moves out of the way so he can ease them off. “Fuck.” A whispered plea at the way their bodies merge, only the thin strips of underwear separating his throbbing dick from her warm lips and he grind there, unable to help himself. “You’re so soft.” He leaves her mouth behind to kiss down her neck, using a finger to pull down one cup of her bra and lick flatly over the nipple below, hardening even further as the peak of her nipple did.

There was no way touching him could have always felt like this, there was no way she could’ve forgotten, but maybe she hadn’t. Even with her mind unable to process how overwhelming he was, her body seemed to remember, answering every touch and every kiss of his with one of her own. It felt natural, easy, like coming home after a long trip. Not offering even a motion of help, Scarlett watched as he moved away from her to remove her pants, admiring from below his perfect body. She embraced him again with a soft sound of approval, an ache beginning between her legs when he grinded his hard on against her that radiated all the way up into her throat. “You’re not..” She spoke in an amused whisper as her hand slid down his chest and over his boxers, cupping the bulge she felt. There wasn’t a apart of her that wasn’t affected by him, her toes curling up in response to his mouth on her chest. Unable to handle literally falling apart beneath him, Scarlett used all of her strength to roll them over, placing her on top.

She gazed down at him with a barely subdued hunger, her heat grinding directly on top of his dick as her hands took their time recalling from her memory every inch of his chest. A smile, much warmer than normal for Scarlett, turned up the corners of her parted lips. “And you said...” She was already a little breathless, “..you didn’t want to play with me.”

What’s a drink or two between Frenemies|| Karlett

Her whispers danced across his ear with such satisfaction that he might have pumped the boy with a bit more lust than he wanted, “Fine then….we’ll leave him for dessert.” turning to Scar. Their were lips so dangerous close at that point, that if he was younger he might have taken her right here and right now. Thank god that with age the boy—no the man has learned constraint but more so in Keegan’s youth he enjoyed the instantaneous sensation he got from sex. Though now, older, he truly enjoyed the four play of it all a bit more. Regardless he turned back towards the bar waiting patiently for a drink while he listened to the women speak. It felt like it was the same banter but just a different subject. In Prague it was about drowning someone, then before that they were in Venice taking about how she strangled someone for the first time, but here they were chatting—oddly might I add about burning one another. The two were a twisted pair, but when together never showed a shred of judgement about it. “Well I’m glad I’m not on your hit list then….I swore those years at Peregrine might have made you permanently sore. Glad we’ve matured.”

Finally the drinks arrived, along with the fit bartender that Keegan winked at before leaving. It’s been about four days since his last drink, mainly since he was on other kinds of cocktails those evenings but figured an ten hour flight was layover enough to start up his partying. So he gladly lifted the shot and waited for her toast—however found it to be more of an offer than anything else. “I believe if I’ve learned anything from that mingy Blake-boy is that you definitely never, ever say no to Chaos. So I’ll bite though I’m a logical man now Scar….Give me the details and I’ll sign the dotted line.” He finished by shooting the tequila in one go and slammed the glass on top of the bar. “Another?”

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As similar as they were, Keegan and Scarlett shared marginal differences in their definitions of dessert. She wanted to end the night by burning the bar down and he wanted to fuck its workers, but those were minor kinks Scarlett shuffled a way to sort out later. When given the chance, she put a little distance between her body and Keegan’s, starting to feel like he was his own planet and his gravitational force was about to pull her straight into his lap. “I’m permanently sore towards everyone, Keegan.” She paused for a moment, debating on whether or not she should say something else. “I’m surprised you’re not sore with me, but I suppose you lack intel of a few of my sins. That or you don’t care to much about your so called friends.”

Mid shot at the mention of Blake Stevenson almost sent the tequila shooting out of her nose.

“Don’t bring trash to the dinner table, it’s unbecoming.” She didn’t want to think about Blake right now, her emotionally unstable nature making her the epicenter of unresolved issues and damaged relationships. To put that name behind her, Scarlett poured Keegan another shot and took the bottle for herself, “I want to burn the bar down--” She paused to remove the funnel from the top of the tequila bottle, “Fake fire first,” Her finger curled inward as she spoke and a small line of fire appeared on the bar top in front of them, disappearing without a trace seconds later, “so I can watch everyone inside loose their minds while we procure all the good bottles of booze from behind the bar. Then we use the other shit to burn this hipster hole to the ground.” She started to smile, “You don’t get your bar boy but,” Her foot bumped against his, “You might get something better.”

What’s a drink or two between Frenemies|| Karlett

Same old same old. Really Scarlett was only predictable when it came to her enjoyments in life—I mean if it wasn’t expensive, covered in blood, or in a luxurious city then it would be odd for his old friend. She really was something, since even after all these years Keegan still felt like that eighteen year old when he was around her. She reeked familiarity and simultaneous emanated opportunities. “You never cease to flatter me” he said, pulling the bar stool beside her along with aiding in what he assumed was a more personal drinking aide. “Bar-boy over here….” he smiled, using his looks as a lurer, which hook-line-and sunk the young man over. “I need your nicest bottle of Chateaux and your best silver tequila….Eh, eh” he interrupted the boy he was speaking in a other language. “No, no. Really no, need for you to see my credit card.” Keegan’s words were like honey, since when the boy was in arm length of Lust himself he latched on—surging the boy with enough erotic sensation to make him putty in both of their personifications hands.

“Of course you do… Granted your style has changed over the years. You at least hide your finger prints now.” a soft chuckle followed of his lips as he said it. What were they really? Adults catching up over lost time, or two monsters casually dinning and reminiscing about their sins.

#I completely understand. It's effortless to get back into Scarlett's mindset. I wonder if that says something kind of bad about me.. haha #Keegan is one of my fav's so I'm super glad you still pop back in <3 #and u know ur pretty fab <33 #c:keegan #karlett

With subdued curiosity, Scarlett sat back in her bar stool and watched as Keegan procured their drinks, as if his looks and charm weren’t enough to get him whatever he wanted his gift made other’s clay for the molding. It was amusing and somehow satisfying for Scarlett to watch someone else take what they wanted without any regret, lacking the luxury of a like mind during her travels. “We want him to serve us--” She’d leaned forward, her elbows resting on the bar top and her clasped together hands supporting her chin, whispering almost right up against Keegan’s ear in an obviously teasing tone. "--not blow you in the bathroom.”

It probably wasn’t the brightest idea to be in such proximity to Lust as his gift was enough to bring Scarlett to her knees even years ago, and she could only imagine he’d grown stronger in time. “I had them burned off,” her hand slid along his arm as she spoke, “I could do it to you too if you wanted..” She gave his fingers a quick tap as she let out a soft but sinister giggle. "You know..” The bartender had brought over both bottles at this point, Scarlett grabbing the tequila before it even hit the counter. “I’d love to burn someone ...just not you.”

There was a brief pause as she poured a shot, sliding it down to Keegan before pouring her own. She lifted up her glass, as if to toast, a smirk quite devious in manner contorting her features. “Would you like to play with me tonight?”

What’s a drink or two between Frenemies|| Karlett

Times were different now, things were lost and people were scattered. Life was a fickle thing to play with and if these years haven’t proved to be so with personifications, then perhaps their species was a dying breed. However, luckily or tragically fate seemed to enjoy thrusting their kind together. So much that for some reason both Chaos and Lust walked into the same bar at the same time, in some foreign city.

“You know Scar if you keep leaving a body counts like bread crumbs around the places you visit, maybe you wouldn’t have to leave so quickly” he spoke from behind her followed by a cheeky grin. The girl still had her looks—perhaps a genetic superiority they all seemed to be gifted with. “May I sit?”

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#rly so glad u posted this :') missed u and this lil cutie #xoxoxo #c:keegan #bloodyylust #karlett

Given her choice in lifestyles Scarlett woke up every day expectant of the wildest possibilities, but in no imagined scenario of what her days held did she conjure the possibility of running into another personification. Between their lack of sheer number as a group and her own personal choice to never stay in one place for to long, a familiar face was actually the last thing she expected. So when Keegan spoke directly behind her Scarlett almost questioned the contents of her drink, turning slowly in her chair to asses the source of the familiar voice. Did he look better than she remembered? Most definitely. Her eyes appraised him slowly, ignoring his chiding remark about body counts and admiring his well fitted suit. Apparently she wasn’t the only who couldn’t give up luxury.

“Would I ever turn down the company of someone so handsome?” There was a clear smile in her voice that she withheld from her face, for as enthralled as she was to potentially have a play mate, Scarlett was still wary. Who could ever be sure of Keegan’s intent.

“I like the killing...” She finally paid mention to his first comment, now facing the bar again so as to flag down the bartender for an actual bottle of something, “..and the travel, so you know, it all works out.”

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He was vaguely surprised to hear the agreement in her voice, it was almost a musing, but she didn’t contradict him and that was good enough for him; good enough for right now. There was a whole lot going on that didn’t pertain to their future, except that it might influence… He really couldn’t think about it right now. It was impossible to determine how this would affect his mission, but if Lysander was being honest with himself, it was too late to worry about that. Her shirt came off and sealed the deal. Recognizing when a battle was lost, Lys didn’t try to fight it and sat up some to press his lips to her soft stomach, leaning her back in his arms to kiss up and over her bra, between the swell of her breasts and dip his tongue into the hollow of her collarbone.

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It was unexpected for Scarlett to feel so affected by his touch, her movements faltering to a stop the moment his lips came in contact with her flesh. Had touching him always felt like this? Could time have diluted her memory so much so that she’d forgotten how his skin felt like fire against hers? By the time his mouth made it to the top of her chest the words I’ve missed you weighed heavy on the tip of her tongue, forcing the emotional confession back and opting to physically act on how she felt instead. Her fingers slid inside the collar of his shirt, gripping tight to the fabric until it gave out and tore, removing it completely from his body as she slid between his arms and all the way down to the bed.

Using her legs to lock him in place over her, Scarlett took advantage of his newly exposed skin, kissing, biting and sucking anywhere on him that she could reach. His scent was intoxicating and for a moment she lost herself in it, pressing her face into the soft curve of his neck and inhaling. “Mmmm...” It was less of a word and more of a sound of approval, finally conscious enough in her inebriation to remember she had hands. Hands that followed along the perfectly sculpted muscles of his chest and stomach until they reached the top of his pants and blindly began undoing the buckle of his belt, somewhat struggling given her swimming head.

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He took the time to actually think back and remember the last few months they’d spent all together in that mansion. The memory was tinged with some hurt, but given his affinity for healing, the pain was impossible to fully recall. It did cause him some guilt, especially knowing it more than likely still affected Ever to this day, but there wasn’t much he could do about that now. “No, but overall, we did have more a friendly relationship than you had with almost anyone else. …Vivian isn’t exactly in any state to be taking missions, so I was called up.” That was an understatement, but there was really no reason to alarm Scarlett unnecessarily.

He looks a little annoyed at the title, a little exasperated to have to continously debate the value of human life. “I don’t care much about fun when it’s in conflict with someone’s existence. But yes, I imagine your head is a difficult place to be. I still don’t think people deserve to die over it, though, and I never will.” He started to answer her next question, although it sounded like she’d answer it herself, leaning up a little with parted lips, until he realized where she was going, and he relaxed back against the pillow instead. Stupid as he was sometimes, or maybe just a certain kind of naive, Lysander really hadn’t stopped to think what showing up in Scarlett’s bed would lead to. Maybe it was only the fact that he was on a mission and it wasn’t part of the plan. Regardless, he could have slapped himself for being so shortsighted, for not having a plan for this, for not thinking about what he should do or weighing the pros and cons of sex with Scar while he didn’t have her sitting in his lap. Fuck. He inhaled her almost automatically, nostrils flaring. “You’re close.” Lys let his hands travel up over her hips, resting on her lower back. “You make me feel useful. You need me. Whether you know it or not.”

By the time she was sitting on top of him, Scarlett didn’t care about their former conversation. No part of her wanted to remember her last few months at Peregrine anymore. Being loathed by nearly every living person in that place took it’s toll, even on Chaos. She didn’t want to think about the bridges that she’d burned or the people that she’d hurt because as hard as she tried not to care about them, it ended up happening; filling her with guilt and regret and a mess that she still hadn’t figured out how to clean up. As far as taking human lives went, Scarlett barely gave them a second thought. She was doing their planet a favor, but she learned long ago there was no convincing Lysander that not everything deserved life.

“I need you..” Distracted by the feeling of his hands on her back, Scarlett mused his statement a loud to give herself a moment to think. In her eyes she didn’t need anyone, she was fine on her own. She’d protected and provided for herself ever since leaving Peregrine, and she was free to go and do as she pleased but she lacked grounding. Scarlett was smart enough to know she wasn’t stable, but being unable to tell herself that her choices were inwardly destructive left her in need of someone who could. He was right. “You need me too.” Her warm breathe blew against his skin as she spoke directly into his ear, all the while her hands caressing the exposed skin of his arms. The electricity she’d felt upon touching him in the alley was back and she didn’t want to talk anymore, not when this was the direction of the conversation. “We talked..” She sat back up in his lap,her shirt already halfway off. “Now let’s play.”

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He mirrored her smile, widened it, nodding along with her sentiment, even if it was a little grandiose. That’s part of what made Scarlett entertaining, how grandiose she was. “Well, they didn’t expect me to die, exactly, partly because of our mostly friendly relationship and partly because I should be able to hold my head on against anyone.” He had been in training for his entire adult life.

The smile dropped off his face at mention of the desk clerk, a man who had cost him quite a bit of time and effort. “You certainly tried. It’s a damn good thing I haven’t slacked off and I got here when I did, just had time to save him. You gotta stop doing that, it’s insane.” He nodded gravely. “Probably, yeah. It’s what I do.”

Friendly relationship. Scarlett mulled his word choice over in silence, opening her eyes so that she could watch his expressions. Her mind was all over the place the last time she’d seen him so she took her time now recommitting his features to her memory. Every age line, every curve, despite how much things had changed he looked just as she remembered. “Do you remember my last few months at Peregrine? I’m not sure friendly is the world I’d use to describe how we left things.”

Scarlett's lips puckered into an over dramatic pout, disappointed he’d made it in time to heal the desk clerk. “You’re a fun sucker Lysander, and I am insane. You would be too if you lived inside my head.” She hadn’t expected him to agree about always taking care of her, ready to respond with a snarky comment but unable to speak when her mouth opened. Did she believe that he’d always be there for her? Probably not, but it was a nice thought. A nice thought that she couldn’t entertain, that she needed distracting from. “Do you know why...” Rolling from her side to all fours, Scarlett slowly crawled forward, “..you’ll always be there?” Once directly in front of him, she sat up on her knees, shoving him back onto his back with her hands and climbing to sit on top of him. Her hands slid up his chest, her body lowering down against his as they did, “Because you like the crazy.” From his chin to his ear, Scarlett’s nose brushed across his flesh. “You like how I make you feel alive.”

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He rolled his bottom lip into his mouth, shaking his head. “No, I’m not going to do that. Before, in the alley, I just wanted you to hear me out and I knew you were on your chaos high. But I don’t want to drag you anywhere. It won’t help. You won’t stick. It’s not what I want regardless of your nice threats.” He gave a small laugh. “No one thinks I can complete this mission, anyway, so I don’t have to meet real high expectations.”

Scarlett didn’t like the idea of trusting anyone, but the more Lys spoke the more she believed him, even allowing her eyes to close. A moment of déjà vu struck her, memories of her time at Peregrine flooding back. Lysander was the only person she’d ever lay in a bed with and just talk to, he made it all to easy to want to spill your guts. “So they sent you on a suicide mission?” There was a smile in her voice and the corners of her lips even twitched a little. “Or have they over estimated my affections for you and hope I won’t fedex your head back in a box?”

Scarlett had murdered before, taken multiple lives without blinking, but the idea of even jokingly ending Lys’ life made her feel a bit sick. “How’s my little friend downstairs?” She shifted around the bed, trying to shake the feeling of uneasiness imaging Lysander’s demise had brought on. “I killed him didn’t I? You know I thought it was him in my room when I first woke up, but then I realized he wouldn’t have tucked me in or turned the light out after I bashed his head in.” The smile that had been playing around her lips finally fully spread, “You though.... you’ll always take care of me, won’t you?”

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He had tracked chaos a long way, and that’s saying a lot for his skills. Chaos is notoriously hard to track. But Lysander is patient, and methodical, and he knows how to talk to people. Especially street people, who Scarlett more than likely doesn’t even see, let alone protect herself from. But that’s fine for this purpose alone, it’s helped him find her.

Of course he covered her up, and sat in the chair at her bedside until she woke. He tried to sound light and upbeat when he answered, like he didn’t believe she would, or needed to. “No. Not at all. I’m not here to drag you off anywhere.” Standing, he held his arms in the air, moving to drop lightly onto the bed in the dark and stretch out defenselessly on his side, propping up his head. “I just wanna talk.”

Not that she completely believed him but Scarlett’s body relaxed when he said he wasn’t here to drag her away, she didn’t want to fight him in the middle of the night. It surprised her that Lysander joined her on the bed, her eyebrows lifting slowly in question. “Talk...” Rolling onto her side as well, Scarlett situated herself so that she faced him. “We can talk, but if you break your word, if you try to take me away or if you give me up...” Her voice grew darker, “..you’ll wish I had it in me to kill you.”