He felt it on his cheek. Sharp and cold, at first. And then warm.
He unwound his arms from her waist and stepped back. A line of blood below his eye. And the pistol, swinging from his finger.
well , a preface before the act would’ve been nice .
claws slid from her fingertips in an instant. she swung back with a sharp, controlled motion, raking him just enough to loosen his grip.