RE: TO BE TITLED
When she started to walk away, Lochlann reached out and grabbed her ankle. It was clumsy and desperate, but his hand connected only because he was fast.
"No," he said.
His voice was near frantic.
"You said you would, you have to, Guinevere," he said.
He tried to swallow but he choked on his own spit instead.
"Just do it," he said. If she looked at him now his eyes, though unfocused, would be boring into hers. He wanted her to kill him, but he wasn't looking for death. It was clear even if it wasn't clear to him.
"You had no problem killing Dani," he said, trying to incite her.