Meanwhile, the thought of taking Marina right there on the table crossed Arshe's mind as his gaze lingered on her, possessive and dark—before he quickly suppressed it, the idea replaced by something more menacing. It involved a visit to Vash, with the smell that lingered on him that of Marina. Vash was human, with he had no doubt that he had useful tools that made his senses just as strong as that of a werewolf.
"Arshe," Marina began, her voice softer, almost pleading, "We can just get back together and Vash would dissapear. In private of course! You can still carry out whatever plan you have Tahra," her name a blight on her tongue.
Arshe's eyes bore into hers, and for a moment, she thought she saw a flicker of something—doubt, hesitation, perhaps even a shred of the man she once knew. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by the cold, calculating leader who valued power above all else.
