mes you make a blood offering without asking for anything in return. Sometimes, when youre boxed in, say, you use it more than once. More blood sometimes mean more sight. Sometimes not. Ive been using it for ten years. "
Spyder reached over and pushed up the sleeve of Shrikes coat. The bracelet was on her right forearm. It was a beautiful object. Like something that belonged in a museum, he thought. He turned Shrikes arm over and worked the bracelets clasp, sliding the thing off her arm. Shrikes skin was streaked with years of ragged scar tissue. The back of her arm was red with new scars, still in the healing process. Shed used it on the airship, Spyder thought.
He set the bracelet over his own arm. It was too small to go all the way around, so he held it in place and pushed the metal shrike back until he felt it catch. Feeling around the birds wings, he found the release button and pushed it. The bird raked down his arm, sending an electric pain all the way up to his shoulder. When Shrike heard the bracelet snap, she started a little and felt for him.
"What did you do?" she asked.
"I wanted to know what it was like," Spyder said. He leaned down and kissed her scars before putting the bracelet back on Shrikes arm. She leaned into him and he put his bloody arm around her.
"Where I come from, this isnt your standard dating scenario," Spyder said. Shrike laughed at little. "But I guess its one way to get to know each other. "
"Excuse me. "
Spyder looked up. Primo was standing over them.
"I hate to intrude, but I need to speak to madame Butcher Bird. "
"Meaning you want me to take off?" asked Spyder.
Primo was silent.
"Its all right,
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