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The same ritual again.

The archmother called for Silver, promising freedom and wealth, and the werewolf responded. 

How could she say no to more money when her supply of scotch was running thin?

She took a quick glance at Venator on her side. The strange man seemed to be doing fine on his own. They put enough pressure on their enemies to be able to relax and think about their plan. The archmother pressured them to end it as quickly as possible, but they had to play it safe. Silver knew too well that it was a matter of time until those two douchebags returned from the dead to chase after them. 

Venator seemed alert, but confident in his stride as he held the position and awaited for support from the little troopers. It seemed like ages, but they couldn’t make any progress without them. 

An explosion shook the ground beneath their feet lightly. A rumble that rose dust from the ground and brought a wave of anxiety to both of them.

That’s when Silver heard it.

A shriek somewhere along the Broadwalk. 

High and alarming.

It resounded far louder to her keen ears, the sound bouncing off the walls much more clearly than to the other allies.

Lilah looked at her companion again. „I’m gonna hop off and see how the others are doin’” Silver already decided that she had enough time to stray off the lane and take a peek at the troubled comrades.

„Sure. Don’t get lost, kid.” Venator brushed her off almost immediately. Too focused on the surroundings. 

Silver lowered her gun after one more swipe with her eyes and leaped off the ground, speeding up into a run between the buildings, her rifle steady at her side, and adrenaline rushing through the rampant mind. 

Her eyes sharpened as air stilled.

Complete silence engulfed her senses until she heard a very subtle flutter of wings and screeching, stopping close at a wall. Then a sigh and a groan followed, body slumping against the bricks. 

The wolf peeked over a corner with the gun aimed at the source of the sounds only to find Mina clutching her arm and hip, the expensive garments torn and tattered. A grimace and pain spread along the vampire’s face, twisting the gentle features. 

Mina’s head snapped towards her with a huff. “Are you just gonna stare at me and mock me?” She fixed the rugged coat and attempted to make herself presentable even in such a dire and disgusting moment.

The line was guarded by the enemies. They expected Mina to return to the base and ambush her on the traditional way, so she had to hide and wait it out in an alleyway. 

“Save it.” Silver lowered her shotgun quickly and approached the woman. Careful, but urgent. “I will laugh at you later.” She grabbed the vampire’s hand and tugged quite harshly. The blood smeared onto her palms.

Then Mina swatted her away and returned her hands to the wounds.

“Keep those dirty hands to yourself.” The pride spoke louder than the words she uttered under the tired gaze. Her breath became erratic, heartbeat uneven and her legs slowly slumped down completely.

Silver was however quick to catch her by the arms and support the weight completely. “And they tell me that I’m one insufferable asshole.” It came out as a half whisper when she held Mina by the other side of the injured waist and dragged her into a more closed off tunnel. 

The wolf shrugged off the ragged leather jacket and tilted her head to the side, veins and scarred skin pulsing from the rushed heartbeat.

Mina had to swear she didn’t take a glance at the muscles on the woman’s shoulders and traps. Just a quick peek that had her forget about the pain momentarily. “I won’t drink the blood of a dog. I have a sophisticated palette.”

“Not like you have a choice.” Silver reached for a knife she kept at her waist. She swiped her hand across the blade. It stung for a second, the cut wasn’t deep or big. It was simply enough to draw blood.

Mina’s eyes snapped to the heavy, crimson bead rolling down Lilah’s finger. It was captivating. Tempting. Too much so for her own good.

Feast. 

A voice appeared in her head. 

She's vulnerable.

The wolf allowed herself the bravery of pushing Mina to the edge even further. She collected the blood onto her thumb and smeared it against her neck. 

Mina was too close to losing it all, but something still allowed her to stay sane and aware of the play before her. She was better than this. Better than some homeless hag who didn’t know her place. 

But…

Silver’s presence was intoxicating. And Mina was drowning in it, completely enchanted by the woman.

“Do it.” Lilah taunted, exposing the nook of her neck even further. “I know you need it.”

Mina sent her a glare, baring her teeth. Her chest heaved in an almost spasming manner. The sharp teeth itched to pierce the unguarded skin while her own prickled with hunger rushed by the gunshots on her body.

Silver finally had a good look at her fangs. Threatening, white, and sharp. Perfect for killing and hunting prey. There was a thrill as she imagined the woman sinking them into her skin. She knew it would be painful, but she knew it would be worth it too. 

A new, exciting sensation.

Finally, Mina snapped. She took a step closer, pushing Silver against the wall. She was easily towering over the woman with her presence. She caught her by the wrist and swiped her tongue against the rough scarred skin. 

Not enough. 

Mina knew.

She knew all too well that it wasn't by any means close to being enough.

Lilah brushed her hair onto one side, exposing the juncture of her neck further. The inviting tilt of her head was all Mina needed to lose it all. With one hand on the woman's neck, and the other on her waist, she pulled her closer. 

Her breath felt hot against the thin skin. 

„As I promised. I won’t tell anyone.” Silver’s voice was but a husky throaty whisper, working so well with Mina’s rampant senses. “Do it.” She nudged, bringing their bodies closer as her hands gripped onto the vampire’s coat.

With a hungry grin on her face, Mina’s mind shut off completely. It was all a hazy dream and the next thing she could remember were her teeth piercing the wolf’s neck. 

The most unavailable, rugged, ferocious beast was in her hands, surrendering before her.

Silver’s breath hitched in her throat. Her knuckles almost turned white from the force. It was painful merely for a fleeting second.

Vampire venom started working quickly, numbing the entire area and increasing blood flow in Lilah’s body. 

Then, it finally surfaced with a slight nudge from Mina’s tongue.

Silver's blood felt hot against her throat. 

Almost searing, almost enough to make her stop, but Mina prevailed. 

It was just a few drops, then it turned sweet.

So sweet and delightful Mina’s eyes rolled back and a small hum of satisfaction vibrated on the tanned skin.

Mina couldn't comprehend what was happening in all of its glory. She pressed into the woman further, Silver having to support herself on the wall completely. 

For the first time in her proud life, she yearned for more; it was driving her insane.

She was never thirsty for blood. She wasn't interested in killing only for the sake of killing. She hated the idea of having to feed on humans just to quench the disgusting thirst. 

She wanted immortality. Being better than the others and always having more power in all forms she could ever desire.

But Silver had something else to her. She was playing a mind game with her, and wrapped Mina around her finger. 

And Silver herself? She relished the feeling. Despite being leeched on, she was in control. Entirely in control of Mina, tempting her until she couldn't think clearly. Until her last thread of reason snapped.

Maybe she was at the bottom of the food chain this time, but in the end she knew that being able to toy with an aristocratic vampire to this point was a feat in itself. She couldn’t help but imagine Mina under her, all at her mercy, pathetic and pleading to be saved. 

Despite the pride she was so utterly eager to talk about, the vampire was lost in her own world. 

Human blood was a delight and comfort, but Silver’s brought in a rush of adrenaline. Like something raw and pure. Something so entirely different than her previous experiences.

Mina craved more. 

In the most animalistic way she wanted to just take and take and take.

She squeezed harder at Lilah’s hip, her other hand found itself on the woman’s nape. Pulled her even closer. Face buried in the sweet nook of her neck. 

The vampire opened her mouth wider; her intentions clear. 

Silver instantly took a handful of Mina’s hair into her fist and pulled back with much more force than she expected. 

A small yelp escaped the bloodied lips. Deep and crimson. Somewhat enchanting with their vivid nature and the fangs that glistened through their parted softness.

„You don’t get to have all of it.” Silver felt her mind buzz with excitement, the collar on her neck feeling unusually tight despite having a lot of space. “Not yet.”

Mina was left alone. 

The scent of leather and blood remained. Her skin tingling and hot from touch and excitement.

Then it was taken away by the wind.

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The ritual ended with a win. As expected. She didn’t take the loss into account. 

The heroes of the archmother decided to separate their paths. All of them but Venator and Silver. The two went to a bar owned by a friend of the priest.

Good alcohol, lower prices, good atmosphere, not too much attention, enough networking to find a job if you ever needed one.

Iced bourbon in one hand, a glass of soda in another, some mix of snacks laid out on the counter between them. 

Despite the late hour, there were a few customers. Either sitting by themselves or in groups, peacefully engaged in a game of cards or conversations. 

Silver couldn’t ask for more.

Venator talked to her for some time now. What was the topic again? 

She must have zoned out. Everything slurred together in the wild arrangement of voices, glass clinking, heavier background music, and laughter. She had a few drinks already and the fight hours prior was exhausting enough to shorten her attention span. 

„…An illusion drawn over the broken balance. Imagination fills the gaps in between perspective over facts.” The man seemingly came to the conclusion of his lecture. He didn’t spare Silver a look, probably not even expecting an answer. 

„Do you always speak in riddles? Or is this a recent thing?” She spun the glass in her hand. Mindlessly. Maybe somewhat bored.

”Not many understand the sacred word.” Venator shook his head. „You will learn one day, child.”

„Child? I’m well over the age of being a kid.”

„You’re still young. Naive and energetic. There will be time and place for wisdom.” The man finished his drink and waved for the barkeeper to pour him another glass immediately. He fished for a small card that laid hidden underneath his coat and placed it on the counter. „Lady Ha asked me to pass this to you. She was running late to some meeting and you were busy arguing with Infernus.”

Silver jerked up an eyebrow over her glass. „Lady Ha? Who is Lady Ha? To me?” She took the small piece of paper into her hands. Upon inspecting the contents, it contained an address, the entirety signed with a crimson Mina Ha at the corner. A light flowery aroma clung to the paper, but she was sure she was the only one who could feel it thanks to the enhanced senses.

„Mina Ha. The vampiric princess. Fashion designer and investor.” He seemed unimpressed with all the titles he named. Maybe a hint of begrudgement hidden behind the bored tone.

„You look like you’re about to give me another lecture.”

„My only suggestion is that you take this as an advantage to claim the bounty put on her head. I don’t care about anything else.” As down to earth and target focused as ever.

„How much?”

„Enough for a few comfortable months.” Venator pointed at the bounty board above the bar.

The whole thing was scattered with posters and offers, but the most notable truly was the one about none other than Mina Ha.

Six digits in the bounty claim. Six months of rent and necessities, with enough to indulge in more scotch and less worries. 

Silver hung her head low. The bite mark on her neck still tingled underneath the jacket and the phantom of nails digging into her waist and nape remained a sweet addition to it all. 

She could smell the faintest trace of roses and pink peppers lingering on her clothes, where Mina’s body came in contact with hers.  

„Or we could split 50-50 if you get me onto the operation.” The heavy voice brought her back to reality. This time watching her carefully with trained eyes. Looking for any sign of hesitation or fear, excitement, maybe protest.

The wolf eyed him carefully. Incredibly wary of being perceived. „I like your ways, padre, but I don’t team up with hunters. Business is business.”

He hummed softly. The sound vibrated in her lungs like a growl, which had her ears shot up instinctively. “I understand. What’s your decision?”

“I will meet her. See if she has a better proposition or a higher bid for someone.” Silver slammed a bill onto the counter as she finished her bourbon, chasing and washing it away with a large sip of soda. She stood up from the bar with a loud sigh before collecting her helmet and throwing the bag over her shoulder.

Venator snapped his fingers a few times, catching her attention again. “Remember what they say. There is no bigger monster than a man who has been promised what they need or desire.” 

“Whatever that means.” She shrugged him off and bursted through the heavy door.

It wasn’t too cold outside.

A slight breeze, people flowing through the pavement in coats and lighter jackets. Unhurried mostly, hidden in the shroud of the pale moonlight with barely any street lamps. It wasn’t a popular street, hence the lack of artificial light. 

Silver threw her leg over her bike, the helmet attached to the side rather than being properly put on her head. She never cared for safety, even less so after a few drinks. She wasn’t drunk, and wasn't tipsy. Bless and curse the lycan bloodline for being resistant to poison and healing fast from its effects. 

The old engine roared when she turned the keys and revved the throttle to warm it up. The road from the bar in the Bronx to the location suggested by Mina in lower Manhattan wasn’t too long and the streets weren’t clogged. 

Cruising through the city with all the light felt more tiring than she expected. She must have been out of her head to blindly follow an address of someone potentially dangerous.

New York was mostly asleep at that point. No wonder when the clock on Silver’s bike read heavy over midnight. Again, bless and curse being a night dweller, having her stay full awake and energetic this late in the day. But it only meant that the vampire would be awake as well. Perhaps expecting. Awaiting.

Just what in the world could the woman want? The card only had an exact address, down to the floor and navigation through the corridors. Something gnawed at her senses that it was a trap. A deliberate plan to get rid of her as a bounty hunter because she was getting too good at this. 

And Mina Ha most certainly knew about the bounty on her head. There was never a person who held so much power and wealth and didn’t know about the price people would pay for their death. 

Silver was willing and ready to learn the truth about the vampire’s plans. And if things went south, she was ready to fight against whatever the sinister idea was.

The bike rolled onto a parking lot under one of the taller buildings. Reeking of wealth and status. Rent probably cost quadruple what hers was. But then again, Manhattan was never meant to be affordable. It was long locked behind the gates of influence and money.

To live there was either a matter of loopholes or a lineage of important names.

The entrance stared her down. Intimidating and glaring. 

The wolf scaled the building again. Lots of balconies and ridges, pipes and decorations running along the brick walls. 

Sixteenth floor.

The only apartment on that floor across the entire complex.

It wasn’t impossible.

Silver made a small run for the wall and began her ascent. Digging her claws into the sturdy structure and using pipes or railings for support, it wasn’t that difficult. The true challenge was in creating as little noise as possible. No grunts, no quiet words of encouragement, no slips or mistakes. 

But of course, her leg slipped on multiple occasions, but she kept herself steady with her hands. Around the tenth floor she had to take a leap of faith over a larger gap due to the change in the building’s structure, but for the most part it was a steady pace. 

Upon reaching the highest balcony, its surface almost as large as her apartment, her ears were greeted with a mellow tune of pianos and violins. Sounds sophisticated as much as the curtains that flowed on the wind before her.

With a careful hand, she moved them aside. Scanning the dimly lit interior. A candle flickered on the small table by a chair in some sort of reading nook. A warm lamp turned on by the bed. A heartwarming sight, but she didn’t feel any easier about the surroundings.

It was quiet. Too quiet. No shuffling in another room, no signs of conversation held within the four walls. No splashes of water or clattering of utensils. 

Only a screech of bats. Familiar and eerie in its pitch.

Suddenly a hand squeezed down on her throat. Red eyes glared from underneath a heavy frown.

Silver raised her hands in surrender. “What the hell-”

“What are you doing here?”

Silver swiftly flashed the card with Mina’s address. Arms still raised, eyeing Mina’s reaction carefully.

“Normal people walk in through the door.” 

“We both stray from the norm.” The wolf bared her teeth in a stupid grin. 

Mina shoved her hands further into Silver’s throat. “You truly are an idiot if you think you’re welcome here like this.” The grip tightened, nails adding into the suffocating pressure.

But there was no fear in Silver’s eyes. She didn’t claw or grab at Mina’s hands or body in an attempt to free herself. The infuriating ego couldn’t falter even in a grasp that squeezed death into the captured soul. Silver didn’t flinch. Didn’t struggle or beg. Her hands still raised above her head as if it all didn’t matter. 

Mina retaliated with a groan. Perhaps Silver truly didn’t mean an ambush, instead just a poor execution of the plan to meet her.

Silver coughed and groaned as soon as air was returned to her and Mina brushed invisible dust off her shoulders which shook with a sophisticated laugh.

The wolf reached for the tender neck. Rough hand grazing over the blooming bruises, massaging the traces where the delicate, slim fingers wanted to crush her throat and will to fight alike. It was a bad attempt if anything. Silver expected it, in a way, even welcomed the thought, but the whole thing was so sudden, she had a hard time adjusting. 

It came with adrenaline and her vision fading to black all the while the vampire enjoyed the show and pushed harder to see how much Silver could take before losing control and lashing out at her. 

“So…” Mina cleared her throat. “What really brings you here?”

The only thing that came out of the panting werewolf was a scoff. “You’re the one who passed the card to me through Venator. I was under the impression you meant some business.”

The vampire’s voice hummed in her throat for a second. Somewhat amused by the wolf’s antics. “You don’t have anything in that head of yours, do you?” She circled Silver like a hunter circles their prey. Scanning all details, counting all weapons, remembering all the little things. Trained finger sliding across the handcuffs that hung loosely on Silver’s belt.

She pulled on the collar, bringing their faces closer. 

The slight aroma of liquor still radiated off Silver’s hair and lips which twisted as a low growl made itself sound through the quiet room. “I want more of your blood.” 

“What do I get from that?”

“If you survive-”

“I would rather worry about your own safety around me, If I were you.” Silver tugged at Mina’s hand and moved back when the woman released the grasp from her collar. “What do I get from being a donor?”

Mina shook her head in disbelief. “How much?”

Silver looked around the apartment. It held enough wealth to pay for her entire life of living in comfort. But perhaps, given the power Mina held, she could ask for something entirely different.

“Depends if you can afford it.”

“Bold of you to assume there is a price I can’t pay.”

“I want silence. Complete coverage and peace from authorities in this city when it comes to hunting. I can’t have them meddle in my business.”

Mina couldn't believe her own ears. “There is not a soul that can silence the police-”

“So there is a limit to your influence. Who would have thought that Princess Mina Ha was all talk and no action.” Silver taunted. And from the frown which deepened itself across the vampire’s face, it was working wonders. “Unless…” 

“And you’re all bark and no bite.” Mina scoffed. She held an upper hand no matter the person she spoke to. Whenever someone needed to be erased, a word from her went around, and that same person would be gone within 24 hours.

And Silver was digging her own grave.

“Decision?” Lilah took the belt off her pants and shook the jacket off her shoulders. They fell onto the floor with a soft thud one by one. 

Mina stared at her up and down. More intensely than in that dark alley during the ritual. Noticing more scars and imperfections across the tanned skin. The lean muscle glistened with sweat lightly, coating her body in a sheen that expressed both exhaustion and excitement. 

The bite mark she left still lingered on the neck. Faint and almost entirely healed, but it was there.

Her memory fell back to the moment she first tasted the lycan blood. How thick and sweet it was coating her throat. How it lingered on her tongue for far longer and kept her energised for the entire day. 

It swirled around her head constantly. It’s why she left the note to Venator. She couldn’t look at Silver again without pouncing at her just to get another taste. Not after Silver pushed her away and asserted control that had her dumbfounded.

She gritted her teeth as desperation began to creep into her yet sober mind.

“I will work my best through the network. I cannot promise complete silence, they won’t let you kill everyone, but it will be easier to complete those bounties.” Mina explained as Silver made herself comfortable on the large bed. “But you have to promise me not to go after my head no matter the cut from the bounty.”

Adrenaline rushed through Lilah’s veins at the thought of having another bargain. “I can agree to that. I keep my word.” 

The vampire gave her a vague smile. Dark, but sweet. 

Uneasiness settled into Silver’s bones.

The immortal beast grabbed the hunter’s handcuffs from the floor and spun them around her finger. With trained steps, her hips swayed from side to side. Hypnotising.

Briefly, Silver forgot the meaning of words.

Mina took one of Silver’s hands into hers. Her fingers sliding down onto the wrist, wrapping around its circumference softly and leading towards the bedframe. It was merely a second and the handcuffs closed shut, keeping one of the clawed palms in place. 

Despite the confusion, Silver kept herself calm and in place. It was an entirely new thing to even think about. 

At first she hated the idea of Mina being a bloodsucker, but she had grown somewhat accustomed to her struggles.

She saw how truly elegant and beautiful Mina always was.

How despite the attitude of a spoiled princess, she was a monster just as much as Lilah was.

Perhaps this would taint her pristine picture even further, but the game she played was far more important.

She lifted her shirt up just enough to show an ugly slash running from her ribs to her pelvis. Something she earned while she climbed the building, but hid well under the black undershirt.  

It looked gruesome. Not infected, but very painful and uncomfortable. It was definitely fresh and blood still oozed from the sides when Silver forcefully stretched the barely closed wound.  

Mina’s throat collapsed all rationality as soon as Silver dug her claws deeper into her own skin and dragged it along the smooth and ragged skin alike, more blood resurfacing from underneath.

Her eyes darted between Silver’s focused gaze and the crimson staining her ribs.

„Go ahead." Lilah assured. A small taunt that was supposed to give them both some bravery.

Mina put one hand on Silver’s waist. She pulled gently, bringing the woman’s body closer. 

The vampire slid her tongue on the flushed ribs. Her teeth barely grazed against the tender skin. She didn’t sink her fangs, she didn’t dare to hurt her prey.

Not yet.

Mina enjoyed how her muscles contracted at every touch and lick. How Silver’s breath hitched each time Mina’s fangs made contact with her skin.

She could see how vulnerable Lilah felt. Completely at the mercy of Mina’s thirst and satisfaction. 

Solely with the intention of causing pain and showing power, Mina left a trail of bites down Silver’s waist, lower and lower until she met the rugged pair of jeans.

Her hands were swift around the button and zipper, pulling down on the stiff fabric with strength and grace alike. 

Silver wrestled and tossed in an attempt to make it more difficult, but in the end lifting her hips and legs turned out to be helpful. It wasn’t much of a struggle for Mina to completely strip her naked.

„Is every feeding so sexual?”

„Blood tastes the best at warm points and vital veins.” Mina only offered a shrug before squeezing on the hip. She put quite the pressure on both legs to spread them open properly and immediately dove into the toned thighs. „The high pressure only makes it easier.”

Without thinking too much about it, the vampire dug her fangs into the tempting flesh. 

Silver’s legs instinctively squeezed together, but Mina was quick to save herself from being crushed with an unimaginable force by holding Silver in place.

The wolf squirmed and whined when the next bites came, followed by a trail of open mouthed kisses. Tongue swiping and lapping up all the trails. 

The same burn came from the greedy sips. The sweetness was almost overwhelming, enticing her enough to stay for more. 

Her eyes rolled back as a hum vibrated against the pierced skin. 

In the safety of her home, unchased by enemies, and having Silver completely obedient, she enjoyed it so much more than the last time. So much more than she ever did with anyone.

She has tasted probably every blood type of every species to exist. Tried from every spot and in every setting, but nothing compared to the crimson that flowed through Silver’s veins. 

It must have been a divine blessing.

Or rather a divine punishment with the way Silver had her so desperate for just a few more sips. Her throat itched and begged for more and the sweet salvation could only come from the lycan bounty hunter. 

Her blood, sweat, and slick came to a perfect euphoric bliss. 

Mina’s eyes eyed the twitching slit carefully. It glistened and tempted so much more than the sweet blood itself. 

She just couldn’t resist.

She pressed her tongue flat against the wet clit for the first time and Silver immediately tensed and shot up. 

„Hey!” She barked and tried to wrestle herself away, but the vampire held her in place.

Mina gave it another deliberately slow flick. 

„Fuck-„ Lilah’s breath hitched in her throat. „This isn’t what I meant!”

Mina gave her a slightly amused, but incredibly innocent face. Eyes that narrowed into crescent moons and glossy lips that turned upward in a smile. But behind this façade, something sinister and evil was about to unleash.

Her tongue dipped inside the dripping cavern and Silver’s hips rose from the mattress. Her back arched the more attentive Mina became. 

Groans and gasps filled the air when Mina kept the legs spread open and pressed onto the still tender wounds scattered across the tanned skin. 

They were almost fully healed with the werewolf’s nature, but the bite marks lingered like a sinful reminder. 

Mina relished in the feeling of control that the handcuffs gave her. 

Silver couldn’t do anything but wrestle and groan when Mina bit into the thigh again, all while her middle finger stayed pressed against the swollen clit. 

The blood rushed through the pierced skin uncontrollably, forced by the pain and excitement all at once. It flooded her throat in an almost overwhelming amount, but Mina’s satisfied groan was a sign of complete satisfaction.

She could feel the blood bringing her the relief she needed so badly. She could feel her strength coming back and wounds closing on her body completely. It was like a wave of fresh air in a stale room. 

„Mina- Fuck!” Silver yelped when the skilled tongue slid through the oversensitive folds. 

Mina gave her the same innocent eyes. „Stay still, pup.” The endearing, yet mocking tone came out naturally.

A word too many.

Driving Silver over the edge.

She needed to be the one in control.

The handcuffs finally snapped open after another strong tug and the next thing Mina could remember was a clawed hand gripping at her throat and throwing her onto the mattress. 

She coughed upon the muffled impact. Her flirty and innocent façade dropped. Pure surprise on her face.

The vampire’s lips glistened with slick and blood alike. 

The wolf gave her an unimpressed look. The gaze that clearly said who’s the hunter now.

Their eyes locked and the red in Mina’s seemed to glow. Enchanting and dangerous, like she tried to see through Silver and intimidate her into submission.

But the werewolf was nothing but a savage with an unbreakable soul.

Something mad must have taken over Lilah’s mind when she held Mina in place and leaned down, their lips meeting in a searing kiss.

Harsh, forceful, bruising. Nothing but pure hatred and need for power pushed around between the dancing tongues. The taste of saliva and arousal exchanged in a hazy dreamlike fight. 

Mina bit onto Lilah’s bottom lip, to which the werewolf only groaned, but continued to hold the vampire in a tight grasp that would leave red marks around the wrists. 

Silver fixed her position, body hovering completely over Mina’s. Her knee between the woman’s legs and chest almost pressed against the clothed immortal’s bosom.

The realisation only frustrated her further.

Without stopping the hateful makeout, Silver forced Mina’s wrists further above her head. A second of adjustment and she held the latter captive with one hand while the other explored.

A tug at the waist. 

A squeeze along the hip. 

Her knee drove higher, deliberately making contact with Mina’s soaked core. 

The vampire gasped lightly at the sudden touch. Her hips instinctively bucked against the wolf’s leg, the friction tearing a soft moan out of her throat. 

„You’re so pathetic.” Silver half whispered against the swollen lips.

Mina rolled her eyes. She didn’t even notice when her body was exposed, the fabric torn open in the middle and pushed aside. 

The only thing that brought her back to sobriety was the warm hand on her breast. Quite forceful, but the way Silver rolled her nipple between two fingers was enough to make her body shake and an airy moan to make its sound.

Silver chuckled under her breath as she lowered her head and wrapped her lips around the other nipple. Sucking and flicking her tongue around the hardened bud. 

The sensation had Mina rolling her hips desperately against the knee between her legs again.

Being the absolute asshole, Lilah moved her leg away and returned her mouth’s attention to Mina’s lips, who fought the urge to bite into the beast again.

The vampire broke the kiss again with a push. “You’re so annoying.” She huffed and turned her head to the side in frustration.

“And you talk too much.” Silver left a trail of scratches on Mina’s chest. Red lines stretched down from her collarbones to the ribs.

“I wouldn’t have asked you for anything if I knew this is how it’s gonna go.”

“Why? Is my little princess desperate? You don’t get to have what you want.”

Something twisted and pulled in Mina’s stomach. 

This woman… 

Mina’s frustration seemed to grow larger and larger, but she was all too properly pinned to the mattress.

The arousal and desire grew alongside the anger. She barely drank a hefty amount of blood, much more than necessary, but she still wanted more.

More Silver. 

More of her blood, more of her heart, more of her undivided attention. More of the untamed nature and strength that posed a real challenge.

As much as she hated to admit, It excited her. 

To indulge into someone who could overpower her. To meet someone who could defy her.

Until now, everyone bowed before her. Did everything to appease her. Mina always got what she wanted. Always had everyone at her knees.

But not Silver.

Silver had her splayed out and desperate.

Itching, aching, to be devoured.

Yet Silver was cruel.

Attentive to all the things Mina wanted and doing an excellent job at not giving them to her.

The sound of ripping fabric stretched in the room again. Sharp claws tore through the rest of the dress. A split second and Mina was almost entirely bare, powerless against the cold air and another barrage of deep scratches.

She winced, legs squeezing shut, her own body betraying her. She wasn’t supposed to be so aroused by this animal.

Silver finally let go of the bruised wrists. 

She pulled on the woman’s waist, bringing her body closer. Where the red lines stretched across the milky torso, she followed with open mouthed kisses. Her tongue lapped over the most tender of cuts. Teeth nibbled softly in places where it would hurt the most. 

Mina’s hands shot to Lilah’s hair, drowning in the blonde mane, fingers entangled and pulling on its strands. To no avail however, as Silver didn’t seem like the type to give up on the torture.

The wolf went lower and lower, scattering bites and kisses across the entire stomach and thighs until her nose bumped against the damp lace underwear.

An overwhelming scent of expensive perfume and arousal threatened with addiction. Heavenly feeling and the promise of delight eased her down from the raging beast into something more tender.

Her craving didn’t have mercy for the fabric that separated her from the sweet nectar of desire. 

A quick, careful swipe, and Mina laid before her in full glory.

Silver’s hands sneaked up and around the perfect hips and pulled down, large palms squeezing on the soft flesh. 

Mina pushed her hips up again, trying absolutely anything to get at least a little bit of that friction she craved from the deepest pit of existence.

The wolf allowed the small movement. She tightened the grip on the thighs, hands pushing enough to leave red imprints, pulling Mina impossibly close. 

„Silver, please-„ The vampire squirmed. She was too excited for her own good. Exposed and ready for Silver to devour.

A low growl formed itself in the werewolf’s throat. Something dangerous, but also incredibly arousing. 

Silver didn’t go for the main attraction at first. She kissed the skin around the wet folds. Making sure to drive the woman crazy first. Delaying the inevitable, but making her more desperate for the main act.

Mina’s breath hitched when Silver’s lips finally parted and the glistening tongue flicked at her clit. 

Upon tasting the sweetness, Silver dove deeper as her eyes rolled back from the delish. Her tongue flickered between the clit and the hole, teasing and testing whichever Mina preferred.

The sighs and moans grew louder in her ears the more her tongue worked around the sensitive slit. Mina’s grip on her hair tightened as she pushed Lilah’s face into her core, grinding desperately against the hungry mouth.

„Fuck-„ Mina had trouble with coming up with coherent sentences and forming words through the bliss that kept her so mind so clouded and high. „Mh- More, harder- Fuck.” She whined, her legs shaking and spreading further to have more of Silver. 

„All of this for a dog?” Lilah mocked. Her tone dripping with want. „I thought you had standards.” Silver got two fingers inside her to the knuckles, facilitated by just how wet the woman was. Every time she slid them out and allowed them back in, Mina's breath caught in her throat.

With a sudden curl of the two digits, the vampire's spine arched up and a whole new wave of pleasure went to all parts of her body.

Silver caught all of that sweet nectar with her tongue, lapping it all up. It drove her insane. She continued working her fingers inside, dragging out the orgasm that had Mina closing her legs and crying out in delight.

Lilah’s mind was clouded with a simple desire to bring the woman as much pleasure as she could. To take her to another world and show her that she's better than her. 

So many contradictory emotions flooded her mind. First and foremost was the burning anger. The hatred for the rich who could buy their way into everything while she had to risk her life each day. Then, there was the sincere admiration she held for Mina's delicate demeanour. How beautiful she was through and through. By body and soul.

Oh, what a Goddess Mina Ha was.

Truly, with a face carved in marble with the most exquisite precision, untouched by time. With a body so delicate and warm, so pristine. Yet with a personality so strong and mind so unwavering. 

She hated the rich, even if she worked for them. She only did so to get information out of them. So why was Mina different? Why did she yearn for her pleasure?

She had worked with rich women before as a bounty hunter. She had the experience and the pleasure to serve the most disgusting of douchebags. 

And yet, none compared to Mina.

She wanted to hear more out of those parted lips. She wanted to bring more feelings into a fleeting moment. Be it negative or positive. 

Mina’s breath had finally calmed down after Silver moved her mouth and hands away, only tracing the previously left claw marks with her fingertips. 

It tickled lightly upon the burning skin. The feeling of adoration warmed something inside the cold vampiric heart. After all these years, she felt wanted. Truly desired. Not for her wealth and power, but for the beauty she held and the way she carried herself with pride.

Silver’s stare wasn’t obsessive. It was predatory and wild, in a way which had Mina want to play this game. And she was damn lucky to lose.

She rised from the mattress. Eyes trained and scanning the bite marks scattered around the toned muscles. Tempting to deepen them. Add more into the mess. To taint the body that brought her to the gates of heaven.

A second of stillness swallowed them whole until Silver shot forward, their tongues meeting again. This time in something much softer. Still challenging, but more passionate.

Mina tasted her own wetness on the wolf’s tongue which swirled something inside her core again. Her heart raced again when she felt a pinch on her nipple again. The skilful fingers rolled it slowly, matching the pace of the kisses. 

She grew desperate again. 

The vampire entangled her palm in the messy hair again, pulling closer, leading the wolf’s way to her jaw, to her neck, to her collarbones. 

Silver sucked on the milky skin. Softer and harder all over the chest and neck alike. Large palms went down the curves all the way to the round ass. Gripped and dug claws into the soft flesh, guiding Mina to sit in her lap, to which the woman obliged.

Her legs spread on the sides of Silver’s legs and waist, back arched into her body, eyes focused on the hungry expression.

Lilah was quick to slide her fingers over Mina’s wet slit again. Spreading the nectar further, making sure to accidentally bump into the swollen clit. 

A shiver went down Mina’s spine each time.

The same carnal desire formed in the pit of her stomach. 

She wrapped her hands around the wolf’s strong shoulders, red eyes glinting with desire. „More.” The pink lips parted as her breath became shaky. 

„More what?” Silver played dumb as her fingers teased the entrance painfully slowly.

The desperate eyes turned into a dangerous glare. „Give me more.” Mina’s jaw clenched. 

„There is a magic word.” Silver’s fingertips dipped in lightly before retracing. A sinister, somewhat proud smile spreading on the tired face.

„Shut up.” Mina groaned when Silver retreated her hand. Then it turned into a desperate whine, her hips already jerking in anticipation. „Please. I want you. I need you.” 

The wolf took her hand and shoved it between their bodies. Three fingers pressed against the hole again while the other hand spread her open further. 

Mina readied herself, unaware of Silver adding one more digit to the mix. 

So, when the wolf pushed her fingers inside, all that came out was a single, stretched, breathy scream. 

Silver didn’t give her the time to adjust. Her eyes darkened. She grew hungrier and more possessive over the voice that called her name over and over again.

„Wait, Wait-„ Mina’s mind was going blank. Head in the clouds, her walls stretched to the limit, the very thing that brought her so much pleasure was about to kill her entirely. „Fu-uck, Silver, wait.”

The wolf didn’t listen. She pumped her fingers in and out of the dripping cunt, curling her fingers at the sweetest of spots. 

Silver was in control of Mina’s pleasure and she wasn’t planning on making it easy for her. 

„You begged me to fuck you just seconds ago. Where did that go? Is that too much for Princess Ha?” The werewolf mocked softly as she sucked on the pulse point again. Her free hand slapped Mina's ass who immediately moaned harder and her walls clenched around her fingers.

„Go fuck yourself.” Mina managed to choke out a complete sentence when Silver slowed down for just a second, her hand adjusting the position before hitting her g-spot so perfectly she saw the stars. The heel of her palm pressed against the clit with each thrust, a completely new sensation short circuiting her brain.

„Maybe after I’m done with you.” Silver caught the vampire’s lips again, eagerly swallowing all moans into her mouth. 

Gods, everything about Mina was so enchanting. Her body, her voice, her lips, her skin, her bratty attitude. She could hunt her for ages and always come out victorious no matter the final outcome. All just to play with her. 

Mina held onto Silver’s back for dear life, nails digging into the muscle, anchoring just to feel like she’s still alive and it isn’t a dream.

Her gasps grew shorter, legs shaking from the overwhelming pleasure. Moans died out completely in her throat, replaced by Silver’s name repeated like an unholy spell. 

„Sounds like you’re close.” Silver squeezed on the breast again. Giving one the same attention as before, pinching the nipple, while she sucked softly on the other with her mouth. Biting occasionally. A proud smile on her face when Mina’s breath hitched in her throat. „Go ahead, give in. Come for me.”

With another curl of her fingers, Mina was brought to the point of a whimpering mess, nibbling on the mortal’s shoulder. 

"Bite down harder." 

With the oversensitivity from the last climax, and chasing another one, Mina had a hard time keeping herself sane. And did as she was told. Her jaws clamped down on the bruised neck and pierced through the skin. The sweet blood flooded down her throat again and brought more pleasure to her already blissful body.

Silver groaned, but continued to curl her fingers, always perfectly hitting the g-spot. 

Mina’s muffled moans had her going crazy. 

It was all she needed.

The ache inside her was overwhelming, but it was not for her—it was for Mina. She couldn't think about her own desires, not yet. She was there to give.

Silver slowed down her pace. Left the breasts and brought her attention to Mina’s face.

Her legs still shook when Silver didn’t completely leave her cunt. She kept her fingers inside, drawing out the climax longer and deeper. 

„You’re lucky you have big hands.”

„You’re the lucky one in this equation, darlin’” Silver gave her the most shit eating grin she could muster and Mina caught her by the cheeks, pinching her face and keeping it in place.

„Watch your mouth, dog.” Mina pushed down on Silver’s shoulders, the taller woman laying back on the mattress without putting up a fight. 

She raked her nails along the scarred skin. Bite marks on Silver’s ribs, albeit healed, remained red and tender. It was like a true feast for her. Each time she thought she had enough, the beast’s blood had her craving for another taste.

The ocean of pleasure took her. Tempted with hours of chasing power and adoration. 

One more time.

One more wave.

One last time.

„More.” The single plea left Mina’s parted lips when she nestled herself on the wolf’s abs. Her hips already grinding against the flexed muscles. 

Silver was quick to put her hands on the vampire’s hips, guiding her movement and thrusting her hips upwards in the rhythm that matched Mina. 

Lilah’s eyes traveled from her slick covered stomach to the desire driven Mina. Head thrown back in bliss, hands supporting her on the wolf’s chest, a beautiful melody of gasps and sighs escaping the marked throat. 

Lost in the trance and heat, Silver forced two fingers into Mina’s mouth. Her lips closed around the nipple, her other hand grabbing onto the perfect hips and cheeks, still guiding the woman through the grinding.

Mina enjoyed the fingers inside her mouth too much for her own good. She sucked on them, swirling her tongue around the two slick-coated digits. Cleaning them properly while maintaining a tight eye contact with Silver. 

Silver, who sensed the challenge, released the nipple with an exaggerated pop. Her hand then slapped onto the ass.

Mina squealed lightly as she bit onto the fingers. Fangs aside, Silver growled and smacked the cheek again, gripping onto it with her claws right after that.

Mina’s face twisted in pain, but her hips never stopped working their way into another climax. She had trouble moving her body smoothly the closer she got to it, but Lilah made sure that she kept moving with more guidance from her hands and more thrusts from her hips. 

„Almost-„ Mina dug her nails into Silver’s chest, and with barely any strength, „Fuck!” rolled her hips a few more times before collapsing onto the wolf’s frame. 

The warmth was all she needed. Their bodies pressed close. Heart against heart. Mina’s soft moans and breaths flowing directly into Silver’s sensitive ear.

Lilah wrapped her arms around the woman’s waist. Her calloused palms gently slid over the small of her back. Drawing circles, ghosting over old wounds. 

Mina melted under the touch as she caught her breath. Her mind finally cleared, at least somewhat. Enough to shake herself out of the wolf-drunken daze. 

A part of her still itched for more, but she knew that her body couldn’t take another climax. 

She settled in Silver’s neck, peppering soft kisses on the last bite mark, taking in the musky scent of leather and alcohol, making sure to remember it forever.

Shivers ran down her spine when a breeze flew through the open balcony. The moon gazed upon them through the blinds. Painting the room lighter, but also more sacred.

The vampire bit onto Silver’s ear in a teasing manner, the wolf almost immediately pulling her away by the hair. „We don’t do that.” She almost growled. 

„I’m not doing anything. It’s just an innocent nibble.” Mina offered her a wink before diving into the bruised lips again. 

Silver reciprocated gladly. Opening her mouth for Mina’s tongue to meet with hers. It was entirely slow by then. Lazy and intimate. The need for challenge was put aside. 

Something sinister still lingered, but the tormenting fury was gone completely. 

Mina gave Silver another teasing nibble at the lower lip, to which the latter chuckled and smiled into the kiss. 

Silver’s hands still explored the perfect body of her desire. Massaging the mounds, grabbing onto the waist, lightly grazing her claws against the skin. She could touch and hold Mina all day long without getting tired of it. 

„You’re so needy. The perfect princess Ha ain’t so powerful after all.”

„Shut up. I haven’t had a night like this for long. You’re here just to entertain me.”

„Entertain you? With beggin’ n’ squirmin’ like that, I’m pretty sure you’re much more into it than you intended.”

„Insolence.” Mina huffed and sat upright. Still on Silver’s abs, but looking down at her like she held the entirety of the world in her grasp. „You're a one night thing. Temporary. Disposable.”

„Right.” Silver clicked her tongue. The tension that hung between them snapped. Her senses were brought back to reality with the words that left Mina’s lips „So. You need anything more from me?” Uneasiness settled again. A hint of awkwardness hidden in the trembling hands.

There was a silence between them as they processed their words. Thought of their next words, hesitation growing thicker and thicker with each second.

Mina felt the weight sinking into her existence. She spoiled it, didn’t she? What was supposed to be playful banter, turned bitter surprisingly quick. 

Lilah gave her an empty chuckle. „Let’s just head to sleep, Mina. We might be night dwellers, but we still need rest.” She tapped the vampire on the thigh, who quickly obliged and rolled off Silver onto the mattress. 

The lycan quickly stood up and put her boxers back on, lighting a cigarette and going outside onto a balcony to smoke in silence.

Something swelled inside Mina’s chest and throat.

An unknown, uncomfortable feeling. Something squeezed on her lungs. Prickled and tore through the tired mind. 

Perhaps sorrow.

Solitude.

Simply put — pain.

The darkness of the room engulfed her more than ever. The faint scent of leather and bourbon lingered on the messy bedsheets. 

She wiped a tear that rolled off her cheek for no reason. She hadn’t cried in years, why now?

Some sort of post sex clarity must have gotten to her. Inside this pithole, she tried to hide from herself.

Mina curled into a ball on the large bed. Suddenly its size felt overwhelming. She sunk into the mattress with a newfound sensation of loneliness. But she never cared for such things. 

All she ever wanted was an empire to herself.

While Silver basked in the moonlight, she dwelled in the darkness of her own mind. Destined to be out of sight and out of her life. 

No collision, moving different ways. 

Like two parallel lines.

Mina was greatly humbled in just one night. She should have bit her tongue and righted her wrongs, but she was too proud and full of shit. 

Coming to peace with her ego slipping.

Afraid of the thoughts that rotted through her mind, and kept her in the same space. But they ended up resurfacing and escaping the lone void. Cutting the person that offered to give her warmth and that turned sweet even in such a heated moment.

She didn’t want to be left alone, but the whole world proved to her that she deserved it more than death.

She had to run away from those arms that would never let her go. She had to run away from the eyes, deep as the ocean, in which she drowned each time. She had to run away from the trap which the rosy tempting lips were.

Yet she yearned. Against all that is reasonable.

She couldn't escape the intoxicating feeling of warmth and closure. She couldn't escape her heart twisting and turning.

It was all too familiar.

It was all too much for her to bear.

Barely hours and her soul was aching for the most unavailable of them all.

Born creation — cast of flesh and bones. Feeling and dying in search of inherent doom for daring to yearn and greed of hearts — unrighteously claimed as own.

Deserved; all of this. A decaying shadow of the dream that turned out scalding. Far more terrifying than it ever seemed to be. The suffocation grew stronger the longer she stayed in this space which imprisoned her from inside.

The mattress dipped behind her.

A weight that anchored her back into reality. The scent of cigarettes grew stronger. 

Then, body embraced with the warmth she already knew. A heartbeat that thumped against her back. A breath that tickled her ear and nape.

Silver pulled her closer by the waist. They fit perfectly together. 

Soul to soul.

„Goodnight.” The raspy voice fell over her senses like a blanket on a cold night. The wolf’s tail wrapped into their legs, a certain amount of comfort and additional warmth coming from the gesture.

Just don’t leave me here. 

She was held, cared for. Did Silver actually plan to stay the night?

It was ridiculous, it was-

Everything she ever dreamt of.

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The morning came sooner than expected. First sunrays fell on Mina’s face and woke her up.

She squinted as soon as she opened her eyes. 

Curse the bedroom with windows both on the south and the north. 

The warmth behind her was gone. The room felt empty again. Swallowing her whole as she remembered the events of the night. 

Yet the red claw marks remained. 

Much less visible than hours prior, but still present. 

Her throat felt dry from all the gasps she went through. Her legs were slightly sore when she first stood up from the bed. Hands tired, her chest aching from the bites.

Pathetic.

But above all, the hunger built up at the back of her throat again. The all too familiar nature gnawed at her tired senses. 

She coughed, clearing the throat and scratching the itch that wouldn’t go away until she sunk her teeth into something. Someone. 

Mina threw an oversized leather jacket from yesterday onto her shoulders. Gods, the everpresent scent of the lycan beast would be the ultimate killer. All she wanted more than blood was the warm presence of the woman who left.

The vampire sighed as the realisation of having to deal with another day sunk into her bones. Overwhelmed her, in fact. She was shattered into pieces, and everyone around would expect her to get up and face it all without showing any pain.

"Good morning, princess." The raspy voice came from the balcony. It was barely above a whisper, but Mina immediately went to check if it wasn’t a hallucination.

Silence engulfed them for a beat.

Perhaps longer.

Nothing threatening hiding behind the corner. Only tenderness and adoration shaking between the two women. A hint of surprise. 

Their eyes met. 

Silver’s gaze dropped to the bare chest which hid under the leather. Then to the hips that still bore some of the red lines. 

A reminder of the wolf’s harsh nature.

But Mina wasn’t a saint either. 

She quickly counted the bites that peeked from underneath the white shirt. A small hint of pride blooming in her chest.

"I didn't expect you to stay." Mina sounded offended. Her face twisted in dismay the longer she stared at the wolf’s body. 

"Well, I'm not the type to leave in the morning or as soon as I finish.” Silver took a last whiff of her cigarette and extinguished the butt on a railing. „I will drive home after I make sure you’re alright."

Preposterous. The vampire huffed and shook her head. "You don't really have to. I don’t hold onto people for long.”

Silver’s eyebrows met in a low frown. A piece of her shattered upon hearing those words. She was an asshole and reeked of bourbon, but she wasn’t a heartless idiot.

Her eyes averted Mina for a second. Mind troubled with useless words that didn’t feel like enough. A certain fear of saying the wrong thing, but also not saying anything at all.

She clicked her tongue. A soft pop that had Mina focus on her lips a bit too intently. “I’m not your past… experiences. You don’t have to like me, it’s just common sense to make sure the other party is okay in the morning.” 

Mina blinked at her several times, dumbfounded. 

Silver always came off as hot headed and feral. Uncontrollable and unpredictable. As someone who didn’t stay around for long for her own reasons. 

She heard stories about Lilah and her ways from Vanator and Wraith. So seeing her like this – tender and vulnerable – was a striking contrast to the picture she had painted in her mind.

"Alright.” The vampire’s voice came out softer than any of them expected. The dangerous tides inside her stilled. Extinguished by the small reassurance. „You look good in just that shirt with nothing underneath by the way."

"Why, thank you. My jacket looks good on you as well.” The wolf pulled Mina in by the waist. The scent of perfume still lingered on the delicate skin. Silver buried her nose in the crook of the neck and planted a small kiss on one of the marks. "You look like you could use another round.”

Mina already melted from the way Silver held her. "I can barely walk after tonight. Let's take it lightly."

“As you wish.” Silver made a point to stay as close to the woman as possible. ”It’s a nice shirt. Didn’t take you as the type to wear men’s clothes.”

Mina looked at her with the most mischievous of smiles. “It’s my husband’s.” Then she slipped out of Lilah’s grasp. She switched the jacket into her usual black silk robe, which deliberately sinched her waist. 

Silver lifted an eyebrow. “I should probably get goin’ then. And wash it for you.”

The vampire left the room, and the wolf followed. “Don’t bother. He’s dead.” They entered a spacious living room connected to a kitchen. Mina immediately went to pour them two glasses of water before returning her attention to an impressively large collection of teas. „You look better in it anyways.” She concluded, sounding cheerful, but remaining honest.

“You got a thing for people in your dead husband’s clothes?”

“I have a thing for pretty people with a good fashion sense.”

Silver shook her head. “I’m not a dress up doll.”

“You’re subjectively good looking, Silver. We can work on your fashion sense later.”

“We?” Silver ridiculed immediately. It sounded odd coming from Mina, especially after the last words of the last night. “I’m not interested in being your fuck buddy”

“Ever thought of the term acquaintances? Partners? Friends?” Mina had something of a mocking tone in her voice. Nothing dangerous, simply a natural intent to provoke Silver and poke needles wherever she could. 

„What happened to the temporary and disposable?” Silver striked back. Successfully. So successfully, in fact, that the vampire retaliated and halted all that she was doing.

„I was… I have walls, okay? But you’re not so bad, after all. Pretty and charming and all of that. I could see you a few more times before you piss me off so much I can’t stand you.”

The kettle whistled stupidly loud, startling both of them. Mina jumped to put the fire out while Silver groaned. All sounds seemed too annoying now.

„I don’t- I don’t hate that idea… somehow.” Silver offered the same stupid grin again, her eyes crinkling in that signature cocky way. I’ll make sure to piss you off then. I can come around. I hope.”

Hope.

That’s what Mina needed.

And that’s what Silver gave her.

At least the tiniest little smoulder of it.

The thread that she could hold onto and make sure it didn’t snap the next day.