declan

*grins darkly* Gladly.

*traces a circle on his chest* then maybe we can go home? *whispers* and you can break me instead

*eyes darken with desire, hand still on scar face's broken fingers* Careful what you wish for, princess. *leans down to whisper to scar face* You've just bought me some quality time with my wife.

*He goes very still. The faintest flicker of something unreadable crosses his face before it's gone, replaced by an unnerving calm.* Clever. *His gaze is sharp, appraising.* But some phones aren't for calls, darling. They're for endings. *He pulls out a second, much smaller phone and crushes it under his heel.*

*I watch the screen splinter under his heel, a cold knot forming in my stomach.* What was that?