The Sentinels we were made of lightning

the look on caiaphas' face could not be concealed - a strange brand of outrage flushed her. even her yellow gaze seemed lancing as she looked at lasher, incredulous. it was evident the words failed to part from her muzzle and for a moment it seemed she had no command at all over the ruffled hackles that flared upwards in indignity. "he did not offer her to you? did he did not try to find her at all? did he offer you any recourse at all?" the siren queen would have almost spat, were it not for the fact the wolf she addressed was dear lasher -- she reined her contempt, though a wry chuckle pulled hideously against her gums and a flash of lower teeth were visible. "he has played you for a fool then."