Swiftcurrent Creek No one loves the broken one

Inkeri tilted her ears forward and met his gaze. He was a kind stranger. And he did not seem upset that she bore markings of Svartravn. That she had black spots on her as devils do. She shook her head, though she tried a watery smile.

I do not know.

He sat near her, and she allowed him. She would not be as libertine with him as she was with Lucius, but she could take comfort in his presence. :What's your name? Name?::