[This was perhaps a less brutal way to end someone’s life than most other times Vander found himself committing such a deed—no frantic arcs of traded blows, no thud of a gauntleted fist slamming into flesh, no crunch of bones breaking. But it was more intimate. Two bodies pressed together, sharing in two sides of a struggle. Every desperate flailing and clawing motion Silco made was matched by a steadying jerk or tightening of the hold by Vander.
Maybe he didn’t deserve to go as cleanly as this. But there was something innately satisfying about finally seeing the deed through when he had failed all those years ago. No matter how much he had agonized over what had happened in the past, there was no denying that all Vander felt right now were the fires of rage hungrily feeding on this chance for justice, revenge. There would be time to contend with that later.
He had no intention of letting go until Silco’s body went still, until he no longer felt the pulse racing in his neck.]
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Maybe he didn’t deserve to go as cleanly as this. But there was something innately satisfying about finally seeing the deed through when he had failed all those years ago. No matter how much he had agonized over what had happened in the past, there was no denying that all Vander felt right now were the fires of rage hungrily feeding on this chance for justice, revenge. There would be time to contend with that later.
He had no intention of letting go until Silco’s body went still, until he no longer felt the pulse racing in his neck.]