Punishment, Possession, and Meatball

Cassian

The blood was already drying stiff on my skin when we staggered into the hotel shower. Didn’t matter that most of it wasn’t mine. Blood was blood. It clung, and every story on Ember’s skin tonight was one I should’ve written with her, not after the fact.

She laughed as she peeled off her ruined shirt, like getting snatched in the middle of a fight and clawing her way back was a joke. To he