The more annoyed she got, the more the self-satisfied feeling exacerbated. Oh, he liked this, liked having her hanging on by tenterhooks. “No in betweens for people scared to walk on the knife edge,” Ishmael said, beckoning her on as he began walking towards the darkened streets of the village. “No in betweens for suckers with no self control.”
(Azazel didn’t usually have self-control to spare, exactly. And Ishmael wasn’t sure where his had gone. But he’d find it somewhere. Probably.) “But tonight’s your lucky night, because you have me. And we’re going to do things my way.” He left that hanging for a moment more, just to irk her. “My way is where you get to take a little sip right from the donor’s neck.” Living donor, a living donor who got to keep living after the experience so that it could be repeated.
For some reason tonight that qualification didn’t seem particularly important.
(Azazel didn’t usually have self-control to spare, exactly. And Ishmael wasn’t sure where his had gone. But he’d find it somewhere. Probably.) “But tonight’s your lucky night, because you have me. And we’re going to do things my way.” He left that hanging for a moment more, just to irk her. “My way is where you get to take a little sip right from the donor’s neck.” Living donor, a living donor who got to keep living after the experience so that it could be repeated.
For some reason tonight that qualification didn’t seem particularly important.
