Maybe it was the demon part of her, or maybe it was that light of hers. Maybe just the fact that he wasn't the first evil thing inside of her.
Whatever it was, she wasn't any colder than she had been.
As he fell on top of her, she stopped fighting. Cordelia lay between him and the cold of the stone, suddenly still. She was satiated and empty all at once, pleased and ill, numb and over sensitized.
She wondered if she was going to be sick on him, but she didn't care quite enough to move.
When she spoke, it was with the same tone a person might use when mentioning a dead rat on their floor. Clipped, disgusted, cold.
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Maybe it was the demon part of her, or maybe it was that light of hers. Maybe just the fact that he wasn't the first evil thing inside of her.
Whatever it was, she wasn't any colder than she had been.
As he fell on top of her, she stopped fighting. Cordelia lay between him and the cold of the stone, suddenly still. She was satiated and empty all at once, pleased and ill, numb and over sensitized.
She wondered if she was going to be sick on him, but she didn't care quite enough to move.
When she spoke, it was with the same tone a person might use when mentioning a dead rat on their floor. Clipped, disgusted, cold.
"Was it good for you?"