Raven's Watch tìvilar

his chagrin couldn't be tamed. not by a single soul. not even star mother, who looked down upon him as if he had been a demi god. this back and forth that she played into so well had only continue to make a rise out of his bones.

and now he had her where he wanted. though she still challenged him! the gall of this woman with her sapphire eyes, so sharp and full of respite. he wanted to cut them from her skull.

i would. i will. a laugh. a man does not do things for free. he would have her, one way or another, and he knew that she knew this. the time would come when she'd be desperate, clawing at his furs for him. but he would wait. wait to strike, like the cunning peregrine he'd always been.

today was not that day. no matter how hot his groin ran, now matter how taut his jaw had become at her insolence that somehow lit fires in its wake.

get some rest. we move in the morning.