Arrow Lake infidus

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He needed a minute. Akavir needed a minute, and in that minute it felt as though the devil himself had crawled up Wren's spine and sunk talons into the back of her head. 
A thousand things flood into her mind at once. Akavir's daughter — daughters; slavery, sex, marriages, cults, betrayal, lies, honesty. 
Silvertongue.
Silvertongue.
Silvertongue.
The windswept riverwoman who held a diamond gaze, who arched beneath Wren as if she had never been touched before, who trembled as she spoke of Crowfeather. Who's laughter felt all-encompassing, who was the first person to look the Gamma in the eyes and say she thought she was beautiful. Layers and layers of thick skin that all protected a history of anguish, of lustful men, of shame. Of love she sought in men that which would never be returned to her, and it was then that she realized what it boiled down to, who had planted the first seed of those thoughts in her mind. 

And Wren was staring right at him.
And! As if it could not possibly be any worse, as if she could not hate this man with any more unbending furiosity, in Akavir she saw what must have been hellfire. In that moment, he was not her Alpha, her boss, her superior; but a broken man, a friend, who knew unspeakable grief. 
All it took to break the levee of restraint was his minute. 

Rising to a stand, the power of her step feels as if it shakes the earth; or maybe it was the fact that she herself was shaking, ripple after ripple of tremors. Full-body heat that bleeds into every move she makes, and it is not long before she is in Germanicus's stony face, staring with damn near crazed eyes that dig into the depth of his body. 
There is so much to say; so much, and she could yell. She could scream every insult in the book, tarnish his name, give him night terrors for the rest of his pathetic life. And yet all that comes from her mouth is one sentence. If I find out you are anywhere near Silvertongue again, you will be fucking lucky if Satan is merciful enough to take the soul of your rotten, mangled corpse into Hell. 

And that was it. Immediately, she trails after Akavir.