Ravensblood Forest You're breaking up, you're on your own.

He did not advance toward her, thankfully, and even sought to place greater distance between them by taking a few careful strides backward before settling into a seated position. Durnehviir watched him quietly, bristled and lingering uncomfortably in her place. Her champagne eyes never drifted far from his pale features, and she maintained her tension despite the assurance that he had no desire to court her.

She cleared her throat then, smoothing back a chestnut lobe with curiosity. "Did you wish to speak with me?" Durnehviir asked, a certain sharpness in her tone. There had been no time that she and Samothes had conversed privately so why now, of all times, did he seek to chat with her?