Rising Sun Valley skwila

Any other day, Anselm might have been content with a staring contest held across the bank. Today he was rankled, already aggreived by the scenarios invented in his head.

He didn't understand. He didn't want Etienne that way -- but his heart smoldered to think of Etienne embracing either of the women in their small fold. This was deeper than petty jealousy.

Heda stood a little taller. Prouder.

Her body language a flagrant fuck you after their last encounter.

Anselm lifted his head from the water, eyes upon her. He held her gaze still as he wiped the riverwater from his chin, studying.

He strode after her in an arrogant prowl, wondering what evil she would bring the world with her jezebel's perfume.