Swiftcurrent Creek rasputin

It was obvious there was a miscommunication with their words—his first assumption was that she had spoken either her name, or native tongue for warrior—now, as she seethed, he was unsure.

He couldn’t even try to clarify—for now she grinned up at him—manical in a sense—asking him if he would kill her. Didn’t she think he would have done so had that been his intention? “For two day old rabbit?” He sneered—she was certainly working hard at changing his mind about setting her free with only a warning. “I told you to leave.”