When She Loved Me

*Valentine* · (This post was last modified: 09-26-2018, 02:55 PM by Valentine.)

Valentine's grip on Rhythm tightened as Rhyme told them of their ordeal. During his son's brief explanation Valentine's face was unreadable. Beneath that cool facade, though, brewed a storm. His mind was ablaze with horrid fantasies, of things done to his mate and his son. Of the pain they'd suffered. The fear. His heart began to beat hard against his chest again and his skin grew hot. Without realizing what he was doing, his grip on Rhythm was growing steadily tighter.

Finally he could take it no longer.

Valentine flung himself away from Rhythm as if she were on fire. His features contorted with crazed fury as his rage boiled over. He bellowed expletives and began to pace, huffing like a bull all the while. Were their captors before him, Valentine would have torn them apart.

He turned on his son in an instant, whipping around to fix him with an expression that made it clear there was no room for disagreement. His ears were flat against his head, his hackles raised, and his head was held low, his neck serpentine. Valentine's eyes, usually the palest of blues, were nearly black with adrenaline as the irises were little more than slivers of color at the edges. "TAKE ME TO THEM!" he roared. He would kill them all and bring home their heads.

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