I don't say anything for a few moments as I listen to the glass doors slide open, then closed -

Then silence.

The slightest hint of breath against the back of my neck, hands moving to gracefully slide over my hips, and for a moment, an odd feeling creeps over me.

He could easily pitch me over this railing, down to the awaiting concrete, ending my life, my quest -

He knows it, too.

Breath quiet. Silent against my skin. Hands push forward with intentions, then backward just as quickly. It's a feeling that makes my pulse race, the feeling of death awaiting, and then the sudden embrace of arms around me, the feeling of teeth pressing down on my ear.

"Tell me."

"I..." Weakly, I stumble over my words, and he frowns - apparently, not the effect he was going for, scaring the living daylights out of me. Or maybe -

Maybe it was, and the fact that I can't speak for a few moments is more than frustrating. "He did more than that to m..."

"Did he hurt you? I'll kill him myself. Did he, did he...?" Hands turn me around almost roughly so I'm staring at him again, pressed between the balcony and his muscular frame.

I cling, if only for fear of falling. I shake my head.

"No...no. My family. My father." Something in my expression breaks - and for a rare moment, a bit of angish skitters across delicate features. Eyes close, and the corners of my lips tug into a frown. "...see, when I was younger, m..."

"C'mon, we'll go inside." A tug on my hands, and I'm being led back into the hotel room and over to the bed, where I sit cross-legged, a guarded expression starting to take hold. He waits for a moment, then glances at me, silently urging me to continue.

"...see, my dad...shit, he was probably around your age. I was - four, five, something like that. But Daddy...had promise." Recognition starts to take hold in Randy's eyes, and I sigh softly. "Daddy could have been something big here. But...he's paralyzed."

"How?" He asks, but it's clear he doesn't really need to.

"Hunter picked him off." I nod slowly. "Picked him off and watched my family suffer. We had to move, Mom got two jobs, I...well, when I was old enough to realize what revenge was..."

"So why'd you kill Ric?" Confusion.

I just stare blankly for a moment, then look at him, eyes of land and sea stormy. "He got in the way."

I say nothing else for the night, but let the meaning sink in. I'll kill whoever gets in the way in order to strike revenge for my family.

Even if it is an ally.

Hands that have murdered will murder again.