Porcupine Ridge they call holidays an option for a reason,

*types whilst falling asleep on phone screen*

Man, she really didn't know how to shut the fuck up, did she? He supposed it was endearing, in a way. Made them kindred spirits. Verx might have taken kinder to her sarcasm had she not once turned his throat into hamburger meat.

Oh, yeah, and the infanticide thing.

Looks like other folks are doing my job for me, he clapped back, sneering. She really did look awful. Age was beginning to take its toll, as were injuries -- had she ever returned to Rusalka? Or had she been out here this whole time?

He raised his brows in wry query, continuing to travel down the path toward her at a even, gliding walk. Panther-esque. You deserve everything you've gotten, you know, Verx remarked. That Easthollow pup the first kid you've killed? It looked like you might have some experience with that.

His stomach twisted. He'd never unsee it, and would die of shock to know that the child still lived on.