[The whole city is experiencing a chemical spill into the water supply, and he knows it, but he doesn’t care. He’s on his feet suddenly, striding to the door, where he meets her and stops so close of her that his chest nearly brushes hers. Her nightgown is thin, thin enough that he thinks he can tear it from her. He doesn’t — just barely. His gaze is intense, focused. Ifrit looms on the wall behind him.
He ignores the question.]
I should stay elsewhere tonight. I can’t hold this back.
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He ignores the question.]
I should stay elsewhere tonight. I can’t hold this back.