Barrow Fields i need not one thing more

madly, mona wanted to fall upon caiaphas' narrow shoulder and beg all manner of things from her dark lips. but she swiftly corrected such an erroneous thought — she would be more likely to garner a clip to the ear than a story about lasher. but the yearling did not miss the undercurrent to the cold water of the wolfess' tone.
turning her murkwater eyes on the woman, the mayfair paused for a long moment. "anything. anything at all. how he walked. how he sounded. what he said. i don't know — i ran away from my parents before they could tell me much of anything. really, only that i had a father and he was dead and ... and —!"
mona bit the inside of her cheek. "and that my father wasn't actually my father, the man who raised me. but .. you see. that's why i'm here. i should have stayed."