Laughter and more shadows spill from the stranger’s mouth, the smoke caressing her face like a lover's touch. Instinctively, she arches into that touch, those phantom hands already knowing every inch of her. She closes her eyes as they trail lower, a hand coiling around her throat. "I have a few ideas," he murmurs, the promise making her shudder. "Do you want to be a part of it?" What he doesn’t ask is:  do you want to see him when he dies ?