Ravensblood Forest preppers

you keep tellin’ yourself that. her voice is flat, unimpressed, devoid of even the smallest hint of amusement. she doesn’t give him the satisfaction of rising to his bait. doesn’t even spare him a second glance as she turns back to her work.

she can feel his eyes on her, can practically hear the smirk in the way he breathes, but she doesn’t entertain it. doesn’t acknowledge it.

just grab the damn supplies and shut up, crowell.