Raven's Watch tìvilar

Pretenses.
The huntress believed she’d seen Faust for his true part now.
For all their words, she was genuinely beginning to enjoy the game that won her back the dignity defaced first by Wide Fang and second by the man from the mountains.
But he moved to impede her, his body a rough blockade, the emerald eyes taking on a darker glint. The same, she realized, on the day his jaws unveiled their strength. Ayovi's chin lingers high, the sulfur fires blazing bright.
“You wouldn’t,” her hackles shiver with a wild defiance that reaches deep into her.