Altar of Twilight bad company until the day i die

By now, it was clear that she was spooked. Instead of reassuring her and backing off, Rig stepped closer. The words that fell from his lips sounded innocent enough, yet Wildfire—while occasionally prone to a numb skull—was no idiot. He was a threat, a predator attempting to prey on her, and she wouldn't have any of it.

Finally, she found her voice. "Leave me alone," Wildfire said, inserting as much vehemence into the three words as she could manage. Her voice still wavered tellingly. "I want nothing to do with you or," she continued, stammering slightly, "or your wives." She sounded weak to her own ears. Her teeth clenched.

Then she did the only thing there was left to do at this point: she began to run, really run. She didn't dare look over her shoulder to see if he gave chase because Wildfire knew she would only end up tripping. He would fall on her like a lion on a gazelle. Heart hammering in her chest, breath hitching out of her in frantic pants, Wildfire made a beeline for Moonspear's invisible perimeter.