Re: Le Memory Emporium
There were a lot of things going through his mind, rebuttals to her words, that maybe it was her's tonight, but it wasn't her's forever, and what would she think if someone treated her body that way? But it all got swept away when there was a shimmer of metal, a knife, and then crimson dripping onto the counter.
Blood didn't bother him, and he was good in a crisis, the sort to keep a cool head even when the world around him was going to hell in a handbasket. That's how he was then, immediately stripping off the flannel, leaving him in a sleeveless undershirt, all bulging biceps and toned muscles, and he wadded that fabric up to press against her palm as he tried to take the knife from her. "I'm not gonna let that happen," he drawled, a promise in some gentle words.