Her Japanese was not up to much but she did realize thatshe’d caused him to lose face. And if there was onething that she did know about Japanes... men and that wasthat they hated losing face more than anything else.She softened her face and forced a smile, “Listen I’msorry, okay?”Again a torrent of Japanese.“Oh fuck it, I’ve said sorry now get your hands off ofme.” She again tried to prize his fingers off of herarm.But he wasn’t having any of it. Holds it. Posses it. Not in harsh ownership. Not in obvious ownership. Tentative yet certain. Accepting my submission to your love.I tear my lips free. Unwillingly they part. I kiss your eyes. You close your eyelids. Smile introvertly. I kiss the tip of your nose and the smile widens.When I kiss your long neck it yields. Yields to the kiss it receives. I kiss you under the chin and you tilt your head back. Opening up. Surrendering. Exposing your throat to the deadly bite. It doesn't come.. Crunch! There, now she could play with it at her leisure...Something wrapped around her. The mouse's tail! This was very strange, Princess thought.The tail grew wider and denser, quickly immobilizing and constricting the cat. "Mowrr!" she screamed. Then the not-mouse thing expanded even more, its strange-smelling flesh covering her entirely.There was a sickening crunching sound as the cat's skeletal structure was pulverized within the sac of flesh Demie had extended into the old woman's house.. ‘This. This bruise on your arm.’ Cop sight. ‘Off the record?’ ‘If that’s what it takes to get you to talk.’ ‘Then, yes.’ Holden closed his eyes, his jaw held tight. ‘That’s why I took the ring off.’ ‘You should have done more than that, Kennedy.’ ‘I was kinda in shock. My fiancé had just cursed at me and then grabbed me—in a public place, mind you. My focus was on getting out of there.’ ‘You should have pressed charges. Look at this thing!’ ‘It honestly looked worse a couple days ago.’ Which.