Barrow Fields Bramble shark

unearthing his origins, looking inside of him was exactly what sobeille had in mind. had she the power to reach into people and pull out their essence, she would do so — but for now, she simply studied and learned.

his tone was curt. she’d found a nerve. as he leaned into her, sobeille felt the slim jut of his shoulder and wondered how long the two could play chicken. this was the closest she’d been to a stranger without fang or talon involved — it exhilarated her.

he claimed to mean nothing to the cliffs now. sobeille imagined that her tante would say otherwise — but tante wasn’t here, was she?

okay den. we don’t talk about your past, grumpy. what you want to talk about, den?