Hideaway Strath maybe my hearing ain’t 20/20 no more

Fury distorted Lotte’s memory of what exactly Hemlock had said, but it was definitely something along the lines of, “@Arturo said he wants to make my babies.” Definitely something like that. The soturi’s temper was at fever pitch — and the fact that it was a sweltering hot summer afternoon didn’t help her mood. She prowled through the underbrush like a hunting cat with a bone to pick, and she tailed the scent of her svelte, sweet-talking husband with a predatory gleam in her eyes. It had been a whopping three minutes or so when she lost her patience utterly and snapped back her head like a crash test dummy, but when her voice emerged from her throat it was warm and velvety and full of affection.