Novel & Cerita Terry X Korvo

“Professional, remember?” He watched the rhythm: drop, return, the fraction of breath before ready. Sun glyphs ghosted in the torchwash; opposite, the labrys glowered. “Right behind you,” Terry said, clapping his shoulder. “Be careful,” Jessica called. “She slots me in and then says be careful,” he muttered. A loose pebble under his boot—a flick—click. Spikes punched up in a nasty bouquet. “No comment,” Terry said, hopping back. “Not the way,” Sean agreed.

He could hear Chris grumbling in the background. “Uh-oh, Chris, wrong thing to say after what must have been an excellent show of pitiful you must have put on tonight after I left.” Deep laughter welled up from Keegan as he listened to Terry’s smacks getting louder and her screeching voice echoing with this new information. “Hey Terror, could you abuse your man later? I’d like to tell you this, so I can finally sleep.” “You know better than to call me that, Kegels. So, tell me about her? Wait, was she the dancer?” Terry said as she put two and two together. “Sweet! I’ll need to ask her to teach me some moves.”

Just then, Elva peered around my shirt to look up at Terry. Terry flashed her a crooked grin. Elva gasped and returned to hiding behind me. “Why don’t you just go?” I said. “I’m sure many other women would be interested in speaking with you tonight.” His smile turns cruel. I wanted to run from him. To take Elva, and fly to an entirely different continent if I had to. Whatever it took to get away from him and keep him away. Terry leered openly at my barely-exposed cleavage. He licked his lips.

Terry smiled, "Sound's like the perfect name to me." End.