Ravensblood Forest salt wavering

worthless wretch. the boy who had brought food seemed to tense against crowell's word. the vole's tiny body arced through the air under the sound of his insistence.
the shoving would garner crowell's worse attentions, chani knew, and forced herself to slide a paw up the pirate's sinewy arm.  "he be jealous," she murmured in a sultry appeasement that she hoped would redirect him.
it sickened her. but then again, so did everything these days.