Qeya River tight rope

blackfell’s lips twitched faintly at her challenge, amusement flickering across his otherwise stoic expression.

i wouldn’t dream of it, he replied.

the bull was an easy mark to spot—larger, heavier, and surrounded by the faint air of dominance. blackfell’s focus sharpened, his body poised, every muscle attuned to the hunt that was about to unfold.

he gave a small, almost imperceptible nod in her direction.