Fragments

[Sören]

He watched as the cop's eyes were again drawn to the ring, his brows daggering low over his eyes for a moment, until he suppressed the irritation. Possession swelled in his chest, the urge to snatch the trinket from its chain and bury it away from another's gaze. Instead, he stood, though creating the distance killed him. The medic arrived, and the opportunity to escape was thoroughly lost; Sören spared one more glance for the ring half clutched in frozen fingers before his gaze swept clean away. He folded his bloodied coat over the arm terminating in a closed fist, the power vortexing through his veins.

"I have nothing to hide,"
he said mildly, though by the stone of his expression he did not appreciate the inconvenience. His instincts did not want to turn his back on the officer, not when it left the man between Sören and the ring he coveted, but he did it anyway, forcing the stiffness in his limbs to submission. A perfect veneer of compliance, he headed from the darkness of the alley to the light of the street and the cop's car.