The stench of metal barely settled, and Den was desperate for every last remnant of it. Even while the wind blew it away, she was darting around, bathing in anything she could find.
"Hah... let's go again."
Christian looked over to her, amused. He wiped the red of his arm on his shirt, one that he knew he'd throw away and find missing from the dumpster later.
So predictable, he relished.
"You seriously never get tired, do you?"
Den didn't face him, busy slouching over pooling liquid. She dug her heels into it, watching the ripples it created.
"No.
Not when there's more blood to be shed."
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