Jade Fern Grove After the war I went back to New York

The authority resonating through Hor's voice made her nearly shiver. With a flick of her keen gaze, she appraised him, although he did not seem to take notice of her inquisitive eyes. He was by far too focused on that witch.

That woman is disturbing as hell. Her thoughts directly described the obsidian wolfess. Kelina's comment made the hair prickle on the back of her neck and a snarl grow upon her agutui features. My tongue? She narrowed her eyes. The fae would never come close enough to be rid of it, without sacrificing her own vengeful existance. 

As the wolfess turned tail Semira watched her with rapt attention; to see if she was really gone. Then she turned to Hor, her expression turning soft. Her words were quiet, comforting, "I'm so sorry Hor... I couldn't choose for you by not calling to you but I.. I just wanted you to be happy."