Blackfeather Woods she's the giggle at a funeral

he was as immovable as a mountain! as stubborn, and perhaps as stupid. that was her frustration speaking, not her logic, not her instinct. he was strong and she did not want to lose that strength. they were equals with their attitudes, and nearly equals in their size.

what would it matter if she relented here? except if she did, they would not be equal.

she gave another rumble, knowing one of them needed to bend lest they both come to blows. she was formidable against other women but it was rare to test herself against any man; so, she had to do the reasonable thing.

zharille grimaced openly but she let her posture slacken, and moved towards him until they shared space, giving in to his demand. she did not have to like it, only perform it.