Ravensblood Forest salt wavering

Hex stood firm against the rancid presence of the pirate, snatching back the vole. He tossed it back toward the rear of the den and then returned his gaze toward Crowell, defiant.

It's called their food, he said firmly. Make sure 'your wife' eats her fill.

With disgust in his face, he pushed past Crowell, without a second glance back. As much as he wanted to shield Chani from his ugliness, he didn't have the power to do so. 

All he could do was make sure they ate. This, he'd done.