Arrow Lake infidus

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He knew Lilitu.

That ringing in his ears remained. Louder. More piercing. The mention of a sister in a bear cult—Arielle.

Brecheliant. Did Ibis know that one day, the pack she had helped rule would place her daughter in yet another empire, even darker than the one which she had been born to?

Did Crowfeather realize the devil which slept in his bed?

Tongue tracing along his teeth—he could only stare at the man. ‘Sorry’ was such a far cry from what should be spoken and abruptly, he stood. “I need a fucking minute,” he seethed, the venom in his voice surprising even himself as he spun, pacing away, knowing that if he stayed there, in that moment, the only gratification he would feel would be the crushing of Germanicus’ windpipe beneath his forceful jaws.

Instead, he moved away swiftly—a lope becoming a run—until the stars began to paint the sky. And there, a broken record in his mind, as sharp aqua eyes regarded him, and her whispered words were remembered from their first intimate moment together.

"Do you know what a courtesan is, Akavir? I can show you." She had whispered the words and wrapped around him. Beneath him.

... And there, Akavir would stop his fleeing and dry heave until he could no longer stand.