Exton

Stoney growls softly. Pressing a kiss to Alise's cheek, he looks down at the silver claws in his hand.

"Jean-Marc wanted to know about you. Alli refused to tell him. He planned to take you, too."

He raises a battered face to Raina. "You won't have to worry about Byron. We," He smiles and tightens his embrace, kissing Alise again, "We took care of that *morceau de merde." He gives Raina a grim smile, turning to watch as the panther bats at something.  "What is your panther nosing at?"

He jerks, wincing as he tries to help Alise stand. "Mon Chaton, I am sorry. I can't." He groans and tries again, unable to rise. Alise gets to her feet and watches helplessly as Stoney rolls to his knees. The leg of his jeans are stained with blood.

"Byron opened the wound with that damned kick." Panting, Stoney forces himself to stand and walk with the women to the horses.


*piece of shit