Two Eyes Cenote pétalo

his nod was deep, sharply made. 

his eyes were almost gentle on the man. three days. 

"she is merciful," he said in a voice chained in guttural power. "but both of you expect me to begin now." eset saw his rage; she had slipped any tie from over his head.

her dog.

a wry smile of piercing pleasure came to him, and once more he was tempered to the fired belly of an iron god. "i will be back, soto."

he turned to his post at that bloodstained doorpost.