Choices

[Oriena]

She had him. She could see it in the glint of his eyes as he looked down at her and processed all she had said. Her own reflection smirked back from the surface of his irises, beckoning him to the conclusion she did not think he needed much encouragement to make. He was already hunted, hunted in a way that Oriena had so far avoided directly, but that Cara had feared desperately. He had nothing to lose. And he was a god. Superior to all of it.

There was victory in her expression, sparking hot and easily inflamed, when he turned on her. Her shoulder blades met with the wall roughly, jarring pain, but she was laughing huskily when he kissed her, revelling in the new alliance and the ferocity of its birth. The primal pulled her under, the thrill of an ardent stranger. She could taste how much he wanted her, and she returned it savagely, like he belonged wholly to her. A thing she had made. A thing she could break.

Ori was not prudish, as the trail of her hands at his hips suggested. But neither was she careless. A fight that had cleared the bar would be reported, and Giovanni's tip-off would not go in their favour. She hoped he had burned that body. "Serve or burn,"
she echoed, sealing his promise with a fiendish grin. Sirens wailed in the distance. "I'll be in touch."