Oh, River thinks, he is in a mood. I'm going to fuckin' die.

Die happy, but die.

She makes a muffled sound against his hand, probably something provocative, but that thrust shuts her up, snaps her head back with a strangled sound. Her heart is racing even as the bite in her neck continues to leak blood. Finally, she nods against his hand. She can be a good girl.

She can be his good girl.