Stone Circle I hate the beach but I stand in California with my toes in the sand

Faun halted to stare at Kelsier, her eyes wide. She blinked a few times, resisting the urge to swat her ears a few times to make sure they were still up there and functioning.

A woman in heat. Had asked him to go home with her. And he had almost done it.

Something ugly grew in her chest, her stomach squeezed between its emerald coils. That great green beast hissed in her ears, jealousy making an expression pass over her face as though she had eaten a thousand lemons then stuck her nose in a garbage heap. It quickly faded away, her ears flicking back forward at his next statement.

You want to be a father? She asked, quiet, all too aware of that green snake of envy that had taken up residence in her chest. It was an ugly feeling, and she abruptly wanted to tear it out. Hysterically, she thought she could for a second.