Hate, jealousy, fear. Just before she’d cracked the man’s skull open, he’d been utterly terrified. The emotion in his blood tasted sweeter than anything she’d ever sampled before.
No fear, no terror, just a heavy, sticky, iron-y flavor.
It hit her suddenly. She’d killed the woman so quickly that there hadn’t been time for the mark to realize, much less be scared.
Well, that was quick. Not a fan of Sonata suddenly cursing out of nowhere If anything, dont make the deadline you set to be a hindrance for writing your story
7662263 Yeah, the cursing feels a little strange. I suppose there's a chance that it could be put down to aggression brought on from her new energy, but still.
I'll just leave this here:
I can't wait to see what happens when Aria and Adagio find out.
Well, that was quick. Not a fan of Sonata suddenly cursing out of nowhere
If anything, dont make the deadline you set to be a hindrance for writing your story
The tragedy of being too good at killing...
"“Son of a nag’s whore!”"
Don't care, that's the best curse I've EVER seen!
7662263 Yeah, the cursing feels a little strange. I suppose there's a chance that it could be put down to aggression brought on from her new energy, but still.
7662263 Mayor Wilkins? Sure, go ahead on that brutally senseless serial killer rampage, but boys, let's watch the swearing while you're at it!