[What else indeed? Rosalind moves slowly, step by step, her eyes trained on Fa--
No. On Kurama, because that's who he is now, isn't it? He's Kurama, and this is . . .
It was a competition, he'd said. To the death, he'd told her. There's flashes of color and movement all around them, and he's on a raised platform, and it would be easy to think this nothing more than a sports competition if it wasn't for the horror in Kurama's eyes.
How can she do anything but come closer? That's hers, that boy right there, and that silky hint of sadism only sets off her own possessiveness more. That's hers, her Fawkes, her Kurama, and she'll do whatever she has to in order to keep him safe.]
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No. On Kurama, because that's who he is now, isn't it? He's Kurama, and this is . . .
It was a competition, he'd said. To the death, he'd told her. There's flashes of color and movement all around them, and he's on a raised platform, and it would be easy to think this nothing more than a sports competition if it wasn't for the horror in Kurama's eyes.
How can she do anything but come closer? That's hers, that boy right there, and that silky hint of sadism only sets off her own possessiveness more. That's hers, her Fawkes, her Kurama, and she'll do whatever she has to in order to keep him safe.]