Dragoncrest Cliffs live and die by the gun and the knife

together? sobeille’s yellow gaze flashed, lingering on his briefly exposed teeth as his tongue darted across dark gums.

you need to rest, sobeille came yura’s admonishment from days before. sobeille weighed this against the pleading look leveled her way. it wasn’t in her nature to question why a random man would practically grovel at her feet - in her mind, such things came natural and sam was simply a more useful val, obeying the natural order of things.

again came that nagging thought - of the witch, and the rib, and the fang she’d loosened from sobeille’s jaws. something was wrong.

fine. but it wasn’t fine, and the scrunched up look across her face certainly conveyed that.