That Crazy Old Hag

Raziel's ears instinctively flattened against his skull when Scarlett opened her maw and for the first time since the Roman knew her, uttered words filled with venom. He resisted the urge to flinch when she said that she would rather have a mate who was gone all the time than a possible mate who belittled and humiliated her in front of others. Somehow, the Roman managed to keep his stony, stoic and cold facade and simply stared at her with emotionless turquoise eyes as she turned to Meldresi and spoke compassionately to Meldresi. He felt a mixture of emotions at her initial, venomous outburst but decided to sort through them later. 

His bright gaze followed Scarlett's form as she said goodbye to Meldresi, nodded to Cry and completely ignored him; Raziel wanted to lunge after her and pin her onto the ground, he wanted to make her understand the position he was in, but he simply stood there and stared at her retreating form for a second before Raz focused his attention on the ebony female once more. The Dark Queen of Blackfeather Woods dipped her head respectfully to him and thanked him, saying she would be out of his way in a few days.

Raziel made no comment, instead he dipped his head to her in return, though his gaze never drifted away from her shadowy form. "Keep an eye on her," he told Cry, "and good job." A tired smile graced his suddenly weathered features as he too, turned and made his way back into the Valley.