Clayton quickly closed the gap between them that Valyna made, sealing his lips passionately against hers. His hands had a firm grip over her body as he closed in around her and pushed her up against the tavern wall. A thud rang through the building.

It was the very same spot he had surrounded himself around Alex only days ago. His broken bottle still lay shattered on the floor, the whiskey long sunk into the dirt and the butts of the cigarets lost to the winds.

"Where what?" He whispers in her ear in a primal guttural growl between nibbles upon her neck.