"Blake?" She asked tentatively. He looked up and she gasped at the burning look he gave her as he slowly stalked forward. Breathless, she backed up until she was pinned against a tree, their bodies barely touching. "What-" "Shut up Kitten," he growled, fisting a hand in her black hair. "Just shut up," he murmured again, lowering his head and capturing her lips in a desperate kiss.

15 years. 15 years since democracy fell, since a tyrannical government isolated America and took the nation hostage. 15 years since Alfred was stolen, forced to turn his back on everything. For Arthur, that’s 15 years too long. Time to go rabbit hunting.