Blackfeather Woods Is this what we wanted? What me most desired?

It was securing to hear that Damien had not given up on her, even though his icy coldness did not help to satisfy her growing anxiousness. If she had truly done something wrong, surely he would've not said this, right? Figuring him out was a task, but at least it kept her busy and active in the days they were apart and not planning something menacing. But, at his words, she shrunk a little. She trotted to keep up, whipping her head around to look at him with her white brows pinched into a worried frown.

But perhaps that is what she wants. What if we are playing right into her paws? She questioned, not trusting a situation that was this easy. We can both say a lot about Nemesis, but both of us know that she is not one to get fooled or played with easily. She warned, feeling disgusting by even implying her mother was even remotely intelligent. But a thinker like her could not deny the truth, and surely Damien couldn't either.