Sleepy Fox Hollow Away, tryna be somebody else

Anselm settled behind the pair, his gaze resting on the girl. The stupid, inconvenient girl.

He wanted to hold it against Etienne that he brought her back to the Hollow. But that very generosity was what fascinated Anselm about Etienne; how was his heart so open?

They spoke in hushed tones, as if afraid to awaken the girl. Anselm sensed rather than saw the shaky emotion shared between Etienne and the widow. His heart flared with a stab of jealousy, but he kept composure, allowing them to speak amongst themselves until he realized what Etienne had said.

Three to five days?! In his home? He shook his ruff and stood.

There vill be no handouts. Anselm growled, pointedly looking at the widow. If she stays here, you feed her and yourself. And you feed him, too. Anselm motioned to Etienne, drawing a cold stare in the widow's direction that dared her to challenge him while he stood over her perfectly vulnerable, perfectly assailable little girl.