Firefly Glen [PHE] Iwn

Words carried malice in those perfect tones, the voice of Pharaoh firm, crackless. Seasoned. Toula’s eyes darkened now and that reality ripped through Rashepses. He could not look at her without feeling a love so sharp.

Semer-wati bent his head, taking the small, smooth paw into his own, holding it to the side of his cheek. It was a silent promise of what those paws would do.

“They die for this.”

In violent acts would manifest the fate of all mortal men. “The mercenaries will be sent South, Pharaoh. We will hunt them to extinction.”

With a rigid gaze he looked down into his wife’s eyes, a deeper green in the night with flecks of turquoise light that shone in them. The same gemstone regard she gave to their son. Behind them sounded the joyous laughter of their children.

He would never let anything happen to them.