Ravensblood Forest It’s Go Time

Still no resistance. Finally she relented and Donovan rose, oddly silent. His abrupt movement sent another jolt of energy through Finley, almost making her drop in a steadfast crouch again to face him head-on, but! no. Fucker was just messing with her, topped off with a laugh and verbal jab. Whatever self-satisfaction she’d gained was stomped aside by annoyance, though Finley only showed it with a sidelong glare as Donovan kept talking. His antics were somehow less endearing after her victory—but he was the leader, and Finley wasn’t in the place to snap.

At least he admitted it was a good fight. Finley replied with a wordless nod, standing still and only turning her head to watch him. That sounded like conclusion enough; she’d let herself relax when officially dismissed.