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He couldn't say he'd never struck a woman. It had been years, true, but at one time he had been a soldier, and on occasion personal ethics had to be set aside in favor of saving ones own life. That was true. He could, however, say that he'd never wanted to strike a woman.
Until now.
She was sitting on the window seat, gazing outside and in that moment Laguna would have dearly loved to see her sprawled on the floor, hands that were as pale as doves instead splashed with tiny droplets of blood from her broken nose. Or her split lip, either would have been equally satisfying.
Instead, he restrained himself, only because he was much less likely to get answers if he killed her first.
"Why did you do it?" he asked harshly. "It had to be you, no one else here has that kind of power except Edea, and somehow I doubt she has a personal interest in this."
He wasn't so blinded by anger that he couldn't see the slight puffiness surrounding her eyes, the whites reddened from either lack of sleep or weeping, perhaps both. But her words wiped away any tiny bit of sympathy he might have had for her.
"Tell me something, what's it like to fuck your own son?" she asked softly, her voice sweet and strangely husky. "Was it good?" Breathed softly, words slipping from her tongue as softly as a feather. "Was it really good? Did you like it?" She smiled darkly, showing the barest hint of teeth and she ran her tongue over them slowly before continuing. "Did you love it? Did you want to do it again?"
"Rinoa, I don't know what happened between the two of you, and I don't really care. But how could you..."
"I would have done anything for him," she broke in, turning to look back out the window. "Anything. But that's not what he had in mind. And you had him in mind, so I thought it was the least I could do to return the favor. "
Until now.
She was sitting on the window seat, gazing outside and in that moment Laguna would have dearly loved to see her sprawled on the floor, hands that were as pale as doves instead splashed with tiny droplets of blood from her broken nose. Or her split lip, either would have been equally satisfying.
Instead, he restrained himself, only because he was much less likely to get answers if he killed her first.
"Why did you do it?" he asked harshly. "It had to be you, no one else here has that kind of power except Edea, and somehow I doubt she has a personal interest in this."
He wasn't so blinded by anger that he couldn't see the slight puffiness surrounding her eyes, the whites reddened from either lack of sleep or weeping, perhaps both. But her words wiped away any tiny bit of sympathy he might have had for her.
"Tell me something, what's it like to fuck your own son?" she asked softly, her voice sweet and strangely husky. "Was it good?" Breathed softly, words slipping from her tongue as softly as a feather. "Was it really good? Did you like it?" She smiled darkly, showing the barest hint of teeth and she ran her tongue over them slowly before continuing. "Did you love it? Did you want to do it again?"
"Rinoa, I don't know what happened between the two of you, and I don't really care. But how could you..."
"I would have done anything for him," she broke in, turning to look back out the window. "Anything. But that's not what he had in mind. And you had him in mind, so I thought it was the least I could do to return the favor. "
