Porcupine Ridge Some prefaced with ZYR-OHT-OHT-MET

And you're mine.

Anathema didn't want to argue. She knew that with Accipitra at her side, Hex could do nothing but their will in the end — but that didn't mean he couldn't hurt them in the process. She wouldn't risk her sister more than she had to, not for some boy, even one she'd decided to claim for her own.

Walk, or we drag you. Pick. Her teeth clicked together with the last word in unspoken threat. Ana pressed more of her weight against him, wary of the strength hidden in his dark frame and simultaneously impatient to start moving, before it occurred to Hex to start screaming.