the wounds are open and bleeding out
"Now now, Remi, there's no need to lie about it." Ronin snorted softly, allowing himself to be led back towards the wagon and letting his arm move around his husband in turn. How many abandoned blankets and bottles of wine the people of Torchline must have found by now was beyond him; they were doing couples a favour by leaving them there, the hunter liked to think.
Tutting, he shook his head at Remi. "For this one little murder, you mean?" He gazed up at the stars as they walked. "Leave murdering as a last resort, I should think. Turning him off Torchline and back to Halo would be my first port of call. If you want to criminalise him, have Halo's authorities deal with it."
Tutting, he shook his head at Remi. "For this one little murder, you mean?" He gazed up at the stars as they walked. "Leave murdering as a last resort, I should think. Turning him off Torchline and back to Halo would be my first port of call. If you want to criminalise him, have Halo's authorities deal with it."
THE
DARK STAR
