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”Furi...”

Her ears slick back against her head, halting moving further away. The strain against her paw is forced back on her face and she curses it. It isn’t what Artaax is looking for and she stares hard in the opposite direction. Her heart beats heavily in her ears and she’s threatened with tears, breaking down as she had with Ingram sometime ago. She’d felt such relief talking to him, having someone that knows and understand what she really feels.

But Artaax isn’t Ingram.

”What did she tell you?” she finally snaps at him, spinning around despite her injury. She fights through as she starts to tremble, swept up in the sudden anger at Blixen. ”That I fucked up? That I ran away?”

How much more can she take? How much pretending is she capable of before she spills over?

Whatever Artaax has to say, she flinches back, tears welling up in her eyes that begin to bubble over. She blinks a few times and takes a breath, trying to steady herself against whatever criticism he has for her.