Gezza pulled the door of the motel open and the red light of the neon world poured across the white dress and the button-up shirt of Elena, a stark contrast to the outfit she wears at the gym. Her ponytail was long and flowing and caught the light.
Hey--" she began, but Gezza took her by the wrist and dragged her in without more ado.
Her feet went out, as she stumbled over the ragged carpet and the door banged shuts.
The Playbook was sitting in his backpack on the floor, and the runes were beating blood-red, their vibrations in his bones. Its voice hissed, Bind her.
He caged her, pushing against her crumbling wall, his hand slailing next to her head. His thoughts were filled with frustration and anger. I can't let her slip. Never.
"What's the problem?" Elena asked, her voice low, though tremulous, her brown eyes flashing with the lust of the Playbook.
