Nova Peak breadfruit

Okay. Two sentences in and Riley realized he was dealing with someone who wasn’t well. He frowned, trying his best to hide the growing discomfort he felt in his belly.

He thought of the aggressor that attacked Masque a few months back. He thought of the loons of Redsand that attacked unprovoked. He thought of Orlaith. Every one of them mad, just in different ways.

He took a step back. His desire to be polite was now at direct odds with his imperative for his children and mate to survive. Suddenly, Riley was seized with coldness.

I’m going to have to ask you to leave, now. His tone carried a bite to it he didn’t know he was capable of producing. He dipped his head, motioning for the man to move. Please.