Or failing him, to Sandor Clegane, the Hound,” he added, “now, you know our orders ... set everything ablaze as soon as they land. And pull back f...r now. We want to kill as many of them as we can. We don’t have lots of dragonglass or Valyrian steel on us, so that leaves fire, that most basic of weapons. We’re going to have to fight ice with fire. That’s just all there is to it. Remember the plan ... and follow orders to the bitter end. Burn everything. Burn them all!”“Pull back ... pull back. At first, she thought it was some kind of toy, but then she wasn't sure. She placed the box on the sorting table, to look at it in a better light. What she could now see was two pink globes about the size and shape of a couple of eggs. The first one had what looked like wire linking it to the second one, then the second one had another wire going out the far end and up into the box. Carefully she pried open the box and slipped out the blister packet. Over the back was what looked like a small. She felt something rubbing against her bare feet, jumping out of her daydreams, she looked down, saw Cat and picked her up. Cat was big, huge actually, she had black fur, black eyes, and was invisible in the dark. Along with her dark looks, Cat also had a dark personality. She was known to scratch people she didn’t particularly like, and George swore that she bit him once. Anissa, completely infatuated with the demon, hadn’t believed him because to her Cat had the sunniest disposition. Anissa. “You like that?” He asked gruffly, his voice full of control, a feral-like quality surfacing. She could only nod as he continued to stroke her, feeling his hard cock press into the small of her back. He bit into the sweet flesh of her neck, leaving sharp marks on her skin. Her legs parted for him as she leaned against his heavily-muscled body, groaning at his animalistic tendencies. The pace of his hand slowed considerably, almost stopping completely. She gripped his wrist, pushing his hand.