[For a long stretch, she simply looks at him. You can tell a lot about a person by the look in their eyes; she can see the summation of Dom now, of what he is, who he was, what he might be with the right push. Fear is powerful too.
What does she want? A debt. ] I think, [she says, inching in closer, nail digging into the underside of his chin, claw-like sting in its wake. ] I will call on a favour from you one day, and you will fulfill it.
[Her head tilts, just so, eyes glimmering brightly. ] This will be how you atone.
[ He grimaces softly, claw-like nail stinging on his skin, fear unrelenting in his eyes and the air around him, distorting the dream like heat rising from a road. Then her eyes glimmer, and he wonders — is it coming from her, or is she reflecting the wolf back at him?
Pathetically, he asks, ]
A favor — how?
[ What could someone like him possibly do for her? ]
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What does she want? A debt. ] I think, [she says, inching in closer, nail digging into the underside of his chin, claw-like sting in its wake. ] I will call on a favour from you one day, and you will fulfill it.
[Her head tilts, just so, eyes glimmering brightly. ] This will be how you atone.
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Pathetically, he asks, ]
A favor — how?
[ What could someone like him possibly do for her? ]