This was very quickly growing boring. Jonas didn't know. No matter how many fingers she broke, he would respond in the same way. Someone had played with him before. "Broken toys are never any fun to play with," she said, leaning in so that there was little space between them. Her claws were pressed so tight against his throat that if he struggled, she'd certainly cut him.
"You gave good chase. I think I'll let you live. Today." If she ever saw him again she'd kill him. But at the moment, Rose was feeling generous. In one very swift movement, she broke the middle finger of the same hand. Then, she brought her hand up and ran her index finger down his nose.