Firefly Glen i don't care so why do you

The thread snapped. The glass shattered. The dam broke.

You're not good enough.

That was what she heard, the words shooting like an arrow through the dark to pierce her chest. All at once, it felt like the breath was stolen from her lungs, leaving the woman to choke, soundlessly, on whatever words lay on her tongue as he shoved past her.

Tail and ears limp, Holland had no need to tell Grey not to follow. She wouldn't. Without another word, the woman stole from the area of his den, tracing her steps back out of the Glen to soothe the sudden pain that burned at her nerves and churned her belly. She didn't walk, either; she ran.