Swiftcurrent Creek I can't escape this now, unless you show me how.

He shook his head slowly—dazed as if he had been sucker punched. It felt like he had. “No, that’s not what I meant,” he ground out, his eyes flashing as he felt a surge of what could only be possessiveness at the thought of the fiery temptress at the side of another. But hadn’t this been what had become of their separation? That she was no longer his?

She made to turn away from him—the delicate sway of her form as something he did not recognize as defeat brought the shoulders of the proud dragons down. “You made it particularly clear that you would not be coming back to the Creek for me,” he growled, his stocky form stalking after her departing figure before sliding forward, aiming to cut her off as his eyes bore into her champagne colored gaze. “So, yeah, I’m a little confused on what all of this is about.”