Whitefish River oathkeeper

Hmmph, Verx said dubiously, giving the man a jaundiced look. He glanced at Ira, nodding as she made the call for the man to stay away from his kids. He supposed that if the Constable was dead set on this being a place of "new beginnings," and this guy really were to stay here, that was the most he could ask for.

Seriously, if I see you so much as look at my kids, I'll rip your cock off and stuff it down your throat, he said, returning his icy stare to the former Rusalkan. Ambassadorship, shmambassadorship. Ira would probably be mad at his impunity, but whatever. The kids' safety came first. He didn't really care about hurting anybody's feelies.

Feeling his work here was done, he spun on his heel and walked off without so much as a second glance back. Fucking hell, couldn't he escape his past for one goddamn minute?