Breath and blood
"Just get me home," I mutter, trying to disguise my labored breathing. But I apparently I have the worst luck todayeven I can hear crackling and whistling wheezes in my voice. Doubtless it's even louder to him due to the superior hearing of my trained dog. Trained demon. Whatever.
My head hurts, and my lungs feel like a stretched balloon. No matter how deep I try to breath, it isn't enough. I can't bear to be held so closelyeven Sebastian's stronggentlearms feel like they're crushing my lungs. Restricting my breathing even more.
"Now, now, focus on something besides your discomfort, little master," Sebastian coaxes, effortlessly dodging the bullets of my customer's rival gang.
I, on the other hand, have endured a scraped knee and elbow from being forcibly shoved down to keep from being shot. Sometimes I think he's less than perfect on purpose. Only with me of course.
"Just think of all the information you got tonight," he says, his tone s