Lion Head Mesa needy boy speeding off in a limo stretch

That stare lasted only a moment. The woman's demure tone fell away immidiately. The glee within Drusk is shoved in to the dirt and pinned there, and all he could see after that was the crooked array of teeth beyond the dirt being ground in to his face. As he had been trying to get a rise out of her, he was glad to see his efforts come to fruition—even if it led to a beating; even if he would wake tomorrow with purple skin and a swollen tongue.

She vollied more words at him which he could not understand. Whatever it was she wanted, she could not get it even if he had the capability to give it; but as Drusk was as ignorant of common as she appeared to be of the voice of the mountain, there was no remedy.

At the very least he was no longer laughing, or grinning, or even struggling against the pressure set upon him.