Stavanger Bay move along, move along

Liar, she thought, though the look that came over Sobeille’s face made her less than certain. Pie stared at her for a long moment, ignoring the subsequent question. She didn’t owe Sobeille any answers.

No? she parroted instead, angling her body slightly so they were properly face to face. Why not?

Treepie didn’t believe her, though she was forced to admit, if only to herself, that Sobeille had always been honest—brutally so, in the end. Moreover, she wanted to believe that she’d decided against the ruthless ritual, maybe even as a result of their horrible argument.

She sidestepped out of the surf, sharp snout still angled toward Sobeille, glassy eyes eating into that beautiful, barbaric face.