Dahozhoni Meadow Correr

message taken. answer granted in a whirl of teeth still somehow lucid. she stumbled as she backed from the panther, sides expanding quickly with horrible breaths. but was it fear? he had not taken anything from silvertongue, she felt, nothing that someone else had not had. juárez had never tasted her heart. her grin was triumphant, even as she stood in the sand and knew he would seize her. "i know a land very rich. jewels. comida as you have never seen. wealth." her mouth was dry; she wet her lips and put her head to one side, forcing herself in a saunter back before juárez. "i served there. sell me back. i will make you very rich, jefe."