Flycatcher Downs a stunning dress of hellfire

Cole’s lips tugged into an easy smirk as he caught the faint breathy bark from her—a sound he took as amusement, even if it was subtle. Funny one, huh? he drawled, his southern lilt carrying the faintest tease. Guess ‘Quill’ suits you just fine after all.

He glanced over at her as they walked, the amusement still evident in his expression. You’ll fit right in, I reckon, he said, half to himself, his tone casual but with a hint of approval. Ameline’ll like you. Got a knack for spotting the sharp ones.

Cole adjusted his pace slightly to match hers, nodding toward the direction of the valley. Come on. Don’t want to keep her waitin’. You got a story, and I’m thinkin’ she’ll want to learn. With that, he pressed forward, casting her a sidelong glance as if daring her to challenge him again.