"Trust me, you really don't want to hear that…" Razeal said finally, his tone calm, low, and strangely steady too steady for the tension that hung between them. His crimson eyes flickered faintly.
Maria, pale and still lying on the cold ground, stared back at him weakly. Her breathing was ragged, her blood slowly spreading into the water around her. "And trust me," she said, her voice trembling but firm, "I wouldn't ask… but I need it. Because I'm fucking dying. So yeah.. I do wanna hear it. Be fast with whatever it is." Her tone was sharp, laced with both irritation and desperation.
Well, whatever but if you're saying that, then fine. But don't regret it later." He leaned a little, meeting her eyes with that same neutral, unreadable look. "I can heal you pretty fast… all you gotta do is"
He paused, the corners of his lips twitching slightly. Then, flatly: "kiss me."
For a second, absolute silence filled the water.
Then
"???"
