Lion Head Mesa [m] crackling

The gears in Disa's head purred as the machine worked to connect dots. Serein was all smoke and sharp lines - she matched Defne's description of the wolf that may or may not have imparted her scent on Kemal.

"I don’t know," she answered with a shrug, staring at the bile. Disa had never taken much interest in the affairs of women, remaining awkwardly outside the bonds that welded her mother and sisters together.

"Did you try to make children?" she asked, blinking once. Kemal had advertised- perhaps this woman had answered. "Why?" For power, like Defne?