The night was already well advanced when BaiShe and Qing'er pushed open the door of the abandoned manor. The gray stone walls still bore black traces of smoke and dried blood, but the interior remained relatively intact. A large solid wood bed stood in the center of the main bedroom. The smell of blood and death still clung to their clothes, yet Qing'er had eyes only for the man in front of her.
BaiShe closed the door behind them with a sharp push. He turned toward her, a slow smile on his lips.
"You still smell like carnage... It suits you well."
Qing'er did not answer right away. She approached slowly, her black eyes fixed on him. Her fingers first brushed BaiShe's chest, then slid down along his belly. She caressed the warm skin under his clothes, feeling the hard muscles contract under her palm.
"I need you tonight," she murmured. "To refine this energy with me."
BaiShe grabbed her wrist and brought it to his lips. He gently nibbled the fine skin before replying:
