Part 20 - Ivan: Gray, Lidless Eyes
Maybe I will send away the Tatiana’s and keep this one. There is something about her. I feel the cool pull of the ice hole, the tug of the fish, and I want this one raw and wriggling. The boys will get none of her.
Part 19 - Gretel: Only One Way
A man moved behind me, a flicker of gray, tall and gaunt, coat like a shadow that enveloped him. I could see Ivan’s face over my shoulder, the strain of his years, the sickness that lingered behind his eyes. The animal that he was, like a wolf that carried off the children of fairytales. Like the wolf that carried away Hansel. Like the wolf I left on his battered leather couch, teeth glimmering in the neon.
Part 18 - Goldie: Seeing Red
And then he was there, watching me sing. His big eyes drinking me in when I opened the door to the champagne room. The way his cock met me, filled me, made me her.
Part 17 - Wolfe: Black & White & Red all over
She stared at me and winced, closed her eyes for a second. I saw the barrel waiver — all the time I needed.
Three steps — long distance to cross when there’s a gun pointed your way, but I’d always been quite quick, silent. My name said it all. Before you knew it, my jaws were clamped around you and you hadn’t even caught a whiff of my scent.