Lost Creek Hollow Violar [m]

The woman seemed to slip between her vision and reality. She blinked with knowing and then with fear and anger. When her words fell from her lips in the common language, Juárez laughed. Fists fell against his body and he clutched her harder against him, pressing his snout beneath her chin and against her throat with a prick of his teeth. 

Did Crow Feather do this to you? he asked in mock concern. 

Ruin you. 

Juárez pressed his nose to her throat and drank in the smell of her fear and her hurt.