Sleepy Fox Hollow my tarnished coat of arms

she continued to look for hostility, a venom hidden in his words. with his response, she could find none. zulema felt foolish, her lip still struggling to steady to minuscule quiver. she was not angry with this man, she was angry at everything else! politeness and the fair etiquette taught from her mother and father had done nothing for her. everything had still gone wrong and it wasn't fair!

nonetheless- she questioned her own reactions, her agitation only growing with embarrassment at his level-headed response. fuck, you. surely, he hadn't meant to make her witless but she still felt it at his expense. he'd been nothing but seemingly undisturbed and direct, where she was irritated.

"mhm," she curtly followed his words, looking around them with a satirical glance around.

eating her words, she did sense the presence of another. fighting a groan of exasperation and anger, she was ready to turn tail.