[ There’s a twist in Cadence’s chest that she can’t quite place the root cause of (and a far more familiar feeling lower down) as she stares at him.
Jesus, okay. ]
…the one on the left.
[ It’s not that she can’t fight her own battles, they both know that perfectly well. But there’s a specific look in Clay’s eye right now, an almost predatory ruthlessness she can appreciate and empathize with, especially now that it’s working directly in her favor. ]
that’s hot (respectfully)
Jesus, okay. ]
…the one on the left.
[ It’s not that she can’t fight her own battles, they both know that perfectly well. But there’s a specific look in Clay’s eye right now, an almost predatory ruthlessness she can appreciate and empathize with, especially now that it’s working directly in her favor. ]