Body Swaying
Third Person POV “Ravi had come here just before your return.” And Charoen related to Rohan all that had passed between her and the gum-chewer. Rohan’s muscles around the mouth tightened, the stiffness gradually travelling to his cheekbones. The more Ravi’s atrocity fell in his ears, the more his eyes narrowed down. Lines of anger sculpted on his forehead. The fox had come to the rabbit’s burrow. “I’m not interested in him, and I’ve already given him the message.” “I understand.” She slipped her arm through his, resting her face on his shoulder. He nodded. “I hope he doesn’t take too long not to understand.” Vision of the gum-chewer lying doubled-up on the road appeared in Rohan’s mind. His throat is slit, blood streaks on his white shirt. Rohan wiping the razor’s handle and ca
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