Hushed Willows [m] Test a nerve, baby, you know what the price is

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All the promises he'd made, all the reassurances; when it came to reality, it meant nothing. Nothing at all. Her panic began to settle into something like dread. Something like anger.

Reverie took in a shaky breath and looked at Kyrell. I want to go to my den, She said softly, but there was a finality in her tone. Boone couldn't send her away. He couldn't tell her what to do. Not anymore. She'd been through this once already, had swallowed the pain for love of Lestan — and she wouldn't do it again. Not for Boone. Not for anyone.

Whether Kyrell helped her to her den or not, she went in silence. A shaking, breathless silence; a silence filled with rage, so much of it that it scared her.

She would leave him if she had to. She would. She would take herself and these children and put them at the bottom of a fucking lake if she had to —

Not again. Not for him. Not for anyone.