Redhawk Caldera maybe you're just an asshole that couldn't sweet talk the princess

seconds ticked by. reyes smelled of travel, of the sea. "i know. she come by." his words were only about bridget. teya stared at him, trying to recoup any sense of familiarity from the man who was her mate. 
she fell silent. the mention of their returned packmember brought her to mind of that meeting, the press of the cardinal's body.
the sound of teya's own weeping.
the raven had thought surely she must be over with tears but now, swiftly and viciously, they threatened to come again. her throat ached and she looked skyward, trying to end the sting before it became wetness.
"did you speak with blackwater?" pack business. her role. teya bound herself rigidly to it.