Sunset Valley siúil a rún

He scoffed, shaking his head. "Might I say, none of your fucking business," Zamael responded, mocking her sweet, non-confrontational tone. That was the thing with women. They always tried to pretend like everything was okay. They always tried to fix shit. That was probably number two on his reasons for preferring the company of men, second only to he really just couldn't stand pussy, like at all.

"You from around here?" he asked, flicking an ear in nonchalant inquiry. Maybe he was intruding onto her territory. That would be great, another terrible thing to add to this banner day. She probably had wolves nearby, ready to pounce. This was just the Venus flytrap wooing the insect into her embrace.

Also, maybe she knew Alarian. Maybe she was from the pack he had mentioned briefly. Which, honestly, would be even worse than getting ripped to shreds by a bunch of goons at this point.