Two Eyes Cenote [m] Adder

“Get back, Eira!” she came up snarling between them, abandoning the mantle of hebsut for one of gravid motherhood.

Her mouth made to call for Mesaba. She was done with Machiavelli and his games. Khusobek had been right, true appeals for help would not have come shrouded in half-truths.

“Explain what? How you murdered this woman’s son and fed from his corpse?” She tremors with the words, unable to look Eira in the eye, recognizing the woman's intervention may very well have saved her life.

“Or how you've just tried to- what? Strangle me?”