Smart girl, he thought, to know that he was a potential danger to her. Truth be told, Reagan had meant no harm, mind you, when he decided to follow her scent, but that was neither here nor there and she had no reason to know that. The fact that he even registered on her radar was damn captivating though and it had him paying just a little bit closer to her. She had sharp instincts, the kind that would've served her well in his little… community back when the world was ending. At her, admittedly weak, demand, Reagan slowed, eventually coming to a complete stop a couple of feet in front of her. He respected the lady's request, even if it did irk him a little to be told what to do.
Like a damn coyote, he clocked her hesitancy. That step back was a siren song to him. “Come now, sweetheart, I know I ain't the prettiest thing to ever walk this earth, but there's truly no need for that.” His scars were ugly, sure, a goddamn testament to everything he'd survived, but even a man had feelings, ya know? And getting judged so fast because of the scars on his face? It grated on his nerves just as much as it did for the next girl. She was lucky he was in a relatively good mood and was used to such skeptical responses in regards to his face. “I ain't gonna hurt ya unless you give me reason to.” He added, mostly to soothe her nerves.
When she gave him her name, he couldn't help but taste it on his lips, rolling the syllables around like a fine wine and uttering it with a kind of wonder that bordered into reverence. “Rina,” he drawled and then, almost baitingly, he added, “I can keep on walking. Just say the word, darling. But you should know there's a pack of wolves not too far that way—and they ain't exactly the friendly type.”
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