Blackfeather Woods fruit of thy womb.

Lennox gave a stout smile and spat at Emma's feet. No matter how he viewed himself, he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing that she was right. He hadn't accomplished anything notable in his life, and time was ticking. At least, it felt like it. Fuck off Emèlie. I didn't come here for you. He turned to make his exit, though something told him to linger just a moment more to see if she'd had anything left to say.