However, Seraphine knew better than to dwell on it. 'Don't.' She shut it down before the sentence finished. 'Not right now. Not ever. Stop.'
Marsha went quiet.
But the thought had already half-formed and Seraphine's hands were still moving and the truth was that treating humans had never felt quite like this. Humans didn't have this. The muscle under her fingers was dense and warm even through the cold rain and it was sitting in exactly the right places and the feel of it against her fingertips was doing something she was actively choosing not to think about.
She found what she was looking for.
"This is going to hurt," she said simply.
"Do it," Voren growled.
She pressed. Firm, precise, right next to the spine. The crack was loud enough to cut through the rain for just a second and Voren's whole body went rigid. A sound tore out of him that he clearly didn't intend to make. And then it was done.
