@bleedsthrough / occtis spits out: " you have to believe me , i didn’t do this ! "
" then why risk showing your face at all? " it took her thirty seconds to spot him, ten to pin him to the cracked cement of the alleyway. her fingers wrap around his neck, nails digging into the soft flesh of his throat. it would be so easy for her to dig them in, to draw blood. it would be the ventrue thing to do. but nessa is not a ventrue. and somewhere in the back of her head, behind the anguish and the rage, behind the beast itself, a small voice poses a question: what if he's telling the truth?
" why are you here, occtis? you really cannot expect me to believe you weren't involved in what he did. " nessa can feel him, squirming beneath her, grasping for some sort of leverage. she presses down harder. " answer me and answer me true or i will rip your throat out! "