Noctisardor Bypass I can only point at it and say.

Etienne's soft laugh inspired a smile that quickly faded as Anselm realized they weren't alone. Etienne's hiss alerted him something was amiss. His gaze followed the healer's and he tensed, expecting Glaukous.

Druid. Anselm's posture straightened. He looked from Etienne to the woman he'd been taking care of. All of this boiled down to women; they were more trouble than they were worth.

He might have lost it to have another demand wedged his way -- but the soft way in which Druid spoke, and the fact she had not been well as of late steeled his acerbic tongue.

Your -- he almost said mopfaced funsuck, courtesy of Suzu -- psycho boyfriend attacked me. Anselm's fur was still disheveled and leaves clung to his shoulders where he'd been pinned to the ground.

If he had even an inkling of pity that he'd be leaving a two vulnerable women and a cabal of puppies with that freakshow, he didn't show it. Glaukos. He threatened me if I did not do vhat he demanded. Anselm looked the picture of angry-man-rests-his-hands-on-his-hips. I am leaving. I am sick of this bullshit.