Ankyra Sound One time friends, I had a ma, I even had a pa

”Consider yourself marked- next time, I won’t be alone...And next time, you’ll die.”
the promise of the golden wretch had not been forgotten, and fired erzulie further. there was a certain cruel irony here; rosalyn was not alone, and the pirate certainly would not die. 
annoyed anew by the refusal of the young ones to get out of the way, the harlot shouldered her way past the yearling girl, hoping to nudge raleska roughly aside before the redhawk's attack met her. teeth vied with teeth; erzulie snapped viciously for any part of the other's face or throat, the scent of rosalyn swimming forward, and here her throat quaked a dark laugh.
which, again, would die today?