Swiftcurrent Creek I walked alone

He rounded on her, and it went without saying: Jasmine had done something wrong.

I-I did? shoot! She thought she’d been so careful! But she’d washed up on Sweetharbour too — hell, this wouldn’t make her record look any better.

Jasmine backtracked, belly close to the ground. Sorry, man! That’s my bad, was it stupid to talk so irreverently? He’d met her with words rather than teeth and brute force, the chatter just came naturally. But there was no saying what he’d do next. He looked more collected there than Jasmine thought she ever would.

As someone had once told her, she could have the tongue of an electric eel, but no one would take her for it while she scuttled around like a hunted crab.

let’s roll with it! :)