C121 The Old Days Reappeared
Logen only then realized his posture; he was straddling her, his left hand pressing firmly on her shoulder, his claws leaving three deep, bloody marks on her slender shoulders. The dark red blood had soaked through her clothes, staining even the outermost coat with its hue. His right hand's claws had nearly ended her life.
He quickly withdrew his claws and scrambled to his feet
