Connections, Money and Secrets [Almaz]

[Oriena]

He followed easily and it made her chuckle darkly. Ori’s grip was tight. Actually she felt a little dizzy, probably from the mix, but all she did to silence it was take a draw from the bottle. She could still taste some of that blood. What she wanted to taste was some oblivion

“Not just in the ring though is it,” she said. Her eyes flickered up and down the length of his body, blatant in tease. It was louder down here, the screens bright and blaring, the cheers and yells blood-thirsty. There were any number of spectacles they might choose from; Ori didn’t care. She dragged Nox away solely for the act of possession, and to show Jacob Dean precisely to whom he belonged now. She glanced over her shoulder, sly and smirking, to where the man had followed them. “You need me to take care of him?”