You know - he thought this one mighta been warming up to him! 'Cause I mean - how could she not? He'd made a big gesture!
Too bad. Yet - not that bad. Lucas's eyes were dark but smile genuine as he reversed away from the chair in which the girl was slumped, bloody all down the front.
He whipped his head up! Asymmetrical smirk.
And he threaded her severed heart onto the spit till it bumped right against his, where it still beat and quivered and dripped, attached to his chest by glossy red ribbons.
"Ahhhhh, you shouldn't haaaaaave," he sizzled out.
July 23rd. "Heart".
