Sleepy Fox Hollow world

Anselm was barely comforted by Fiona's words. She could be lying. Or worse -- she could believe it true, and fuck him anyway.

Insecurity coiled its hideous grip around his belly. Then we are on the same page. His shaky nerves were returning one by one. A few more seconds, and he would be gaining control of his barely concealed temper.

There was nothing left to discuss. He let his gaze linger unkindly. Remember vhat I said, Fiona. But then he stepped off, prepared to leave her alone unless she said anything back.