Black Fang looked at Quinlan.
One look, across the ruin of her sister. The grin that answered it had too many teeth in it.
"No." Ayame scrambled for words faster than her wrecked body could supply them. "Quin, don't you dare..."
Quinlan's hand closed around her ponytail and pulled her head back, making her mouth fall open.
Black Fang unstoppered the vial with her thumb, and dipped one fingertip into the dark liquid. She pressed the wet fingertip to Ayame's tongue, held it for one heartbeat, and drew it away clean.
"...That's it?" Ayame's bravado surged ahead of her sense. "Sister, I thought you were a terrible sadist. This is noth..."
The warmth found her three heartbeats later, blooming from her tongue as if it had been there all along and only now decided to introduce itself. It spread through her neck, down her chest, and pooled low in her belly where the mark sat. The mark pulsed once in answer, and the warmth went deeper.
"...ing."
