As they pushed through, Savier couldn't keep his eyes off Dancer up ahead, surveying the ruins like a ghost on a hunt.
He stared at her, voice low. "Knowing she was a Runner… knowing she's got a belly full of rookie bones? Makes me want her more."
Johnquis scowled. "You're not right in the head."
Savier laughed. He couldn't help it, it burst out of him like a shout. "I know! I know. But c'mon — look at her! All that speed, all that kill in those pretty claws… and those thighs, that ass, that heel blade? She could rip me apart any second."
He dragged his tongue over a bloody tooth, grin wide. "That's living."
Johnquis cut him off. "You should've met her when she was still the Nemesis."
Savier flinched like he'd been slapped. "You little shit, Johnquis — don't scare me like that!"
Johnquis laughed loudly. Dancer turned, those wolf eyes locking on Savier just once, enough to shut him right up.
