Swiftcurrent Creek Keep it cool; what's the name of this club?

OPE okay danni leave that for ref then por favor <3

"she's mine as well," lestan retorted, though with no teeth in his voice. "you will die if you keep! running around and bleeding, reverie. stay here. stop talking about leaving."
ah, the navy-blue of resentment was bleeding like stained silk; he hadn't expected a child. but he had made his peace with it and even come quickly to feel for blossom.
why hadn't reverie changed? why hadn't she settled?
"that — madwoman — is still out there," the mayfair sputtered. "you want to leave and take blossom, i assume! just out into the wilds!"
he hunched miserably at the door to the den. "i won't let you. i need you to be safe. and when you are safe, she will be also."
the deer, lying with throat torn, not the blue-eyed one but — reverie, reverie, somehow, all the same. lestan lurched with fear inside, but he only looked desperately at his most beloved, willing her to understand.