Noctisardor Bypass [m] luke 10:19

When their eyes met, there was a chilling sensation that speared within Anselm’s intestines. He’d been aware — in a way he could not possibly confront — with the gradual shifting of hierarchy in Rivenwood. 

And he felt, in a certain way, that his contributions and continued presence had been ignored. He intuited that maybe this was what Heda needed to move on. Yet any relief he felt to know her wounded heart was healing was robbed of him the moment he set his eyes upon the usurper. 

Anselm stood his ground. Amadeo’s rippling display of testosterone-fueled dominance would cow most — but Anselm was proud, stubborn, and stupid.  

He answered the man’s impressive body language with an issue all his own. How’s it feel to stick your dick in my seconds? It was a cruel jab at Heda, and he felt sorry for it — but he would not feel sorry for taunting the man that had given him nothing but trouble since the moment he arrived in Rivenwood.