Quinlan's steps echoed against the floorboards until he reached the center of the room. There, he reached out and grabbed onto two shoulders. One belonged to Iris, the other to Jasmine.
The two women paused in their actions to turn and look up at him. Two delicate faces welcomed Quinlan's eyes. Both women sported extreme amounts of blood on their skin, previously belonging to their personal trauma-relief tools. Now, it was only serving to adorn their expressions.
And how beautiful those expressions were. As both Iris and Jasmine looked up at him with innocent eyes, wordlessly asking what he wanted, he couldn't help but think there was something truly wrong with him, for they were extremely gorgeous in this moment. '… Maybe I shouldn't call the Black Fang gang a bunch of crazies…' he thought inwardly.
