Ravensblood Forest salt fires

"for dem," chani insisted with a fierce jerk of her head toward the caves. a look of purest hatred twisted her face; "crowell means to make me his wench. so do not spend time worryin' on me."
she did not comment on his claim of an alternate story. the warrior could have meant her brothers or pepper; chani did not want to know of men's cowardice either way.
she saw an opportunity in this one.
"you keep believin' dat. sapphique be connected."
teeth closed in trapping intent. chani backed away from him. "keep your word," a last growled note before she turned away from the pirate and returned to her relatives in the shadowed stone.
heart raced. if she had a chance here, they all had a chance.