Greatwater Lake [m]I feel her filth in my bones

His nearness settled her, and if she were a cat, she would have purred her pleasure at his proximity and the display of possession. But, she could see the harmless intent in the other female, so she nosed him to the side. “Settle, sugar. She seems friendly, enough. Maybe, she wants to play.” She left it up to him to decide which play she meant.

She did mention her notice of their affections, after all.

“Hello, there, Menthe. I am Cynna.” She gestured to the man that surrounded her. “This is Ace. Excuse him, he’s rough around the edges, but get him in the right spot and he becomes a little softie.” She winked at the dark female. She may not want the female to ogle at him, but she sure did enjoy hinting her claim to know the ins and outs of him.