She's a giggle at a funeral

*Valentine* · (This post was last modified: 02-12-2015, 03:10 PM by Valentine.)

His intention had been to trap her beneath him, to stand over her and silence her with his presence alone. She evaded his efforts and quickly got all four paws beneath her again. Once more they squared off and as soon as Cascade began to speak, the brute rushed forward. He didn't want to hear it, didn't want to consider any of it. His head ached and his mind reeled as he fought to shake off the effects of her words. "Stop!" he commanded, pleaded, because she just kept dumping on him statements he couldn't ignore.

Valentine was careful not to touch her for fear of further muddying the emotional scape surrounding them. He wanted to do harm, to act on the whirlwind of anger that threatened to carry him away, but something kept him from it, a nagging feeling he couldn't deny. What if she was right? He swallowed in an effort to push down the feeling of his heart in his throat but was unsuccessful. It sat there and beat mercilessly at its confinements and threatening to choke him. Against his better judgment, he admitted, "She's staying here. I put her up in a temporary den in the Knolls." Telling her was as good as admitting she had been right.

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