Ankyra Sound love won through my defeat

"dere are many of dem and fewer of us," erzulie muttered toward the male, grief tinged with irritation at his insistence. it faded quickly, however; caiaphas briskly took charge, and the harlot shook her own dark muzzle grimly. "no. behind de cliffs, if anyt'ing." a sigh rushed from her throat, and she began to pace in short, tight strides.
"i did not call to her again, in case dey ... hurt her for singing back to me."