Ravensblood Forest salt fires

Guilt and goodwill he might have in spades, but her insults cut him deep. Hex's face drew into a scowl, his owlish gaze burning. 

Say what you want about me being here, but I'm not stupid, he spat back. He had half a mind to turn and walk away from her—

But that would be uncharitable, and go against everything he'd thought and said.

What do you need? Hex asked instead, nodding toward the den. I'll take care of whatever it is.

Well, apart from letting them go. He felt as if that could be left unsaid, though. He lingered, waiting for her response. If there was none—or more curses—he'd depart at once.