cont’d from (x) for @bezbola
The remark drew an amused, soft chortle from Damjan. That was something they could agree on. He examined the woman, his mind going through records upon records he had studied in his time. He had read of this woman and her capabilities, but not had a chance until this moment to meet.
“And sometimes the world is just better off when they are gone,” he stated. “Even the most saintly in appearance always have some sort of dirt hidden away under a rug.”
She scoffed a quick laugh and lifted her glass for more drink. “Could not agree more,” Elektra stated before taking a good sip, eager for the alcohol to hit her bloodstream. Usually men did not agree with her when she made statements like that, but at least that was better than watching them trip over themselves to agree with her no matter what.
This time it seemed to be neither. She gave him a once over. “You don’t seem the saintly type; dare I ask what’s hiding under your rug?”
