The Fallen Don't Want Angels (No Degrees of Seperation #5)
It seems I'm always stroking the ones with fangs, but I suppose this one reminded me of something feral. Eyes like a wildcat in a trap; daring people to come closer, yet terrified that they would. Nothing to lose but his life, and that makes any creature dangerous. He was everywhere at once, and I got the sense he'd been pacing the bars for far too long, looking for a way out that didn't exist. Well, I've stroked jagged edges before and walked away without ever breaking the skin, how would this be any different? But my pride had never met a match like his anger. Those wildcat eyes were his wall to the world, not a challenge, but a warning: don't take one step closer. Pride can never take a hint, however, and I stuck my hand through the bars. How do you lure a creature out of a cage? Show them something they want. Show the touch-starved your open arms, Show the beaten gentleness, Show the vicious that you cannot be hurt, And show the broken...your own bro