Swiftcurrent Creek fragments

Chusi remained silent by his side—he sensed the look cast to him at the siren’s smooth words, and he too wondered what ‘years’ could possibly indicate from one so young—but the Mayfair was not one to dwell upon what could have been a statement poorly worded. She was youthful, polite and thus far he saw no reason to turn her away, especially given his trust in Soltero’s recruitments.

But he was still curious. “Constantine,” he offered in turn, his own fiery eyes glancing to Chusi momentarily, wondering if she would choose to offer her own name. When he turned back to the she-wolf called Velvet, he studied her, his wolfish brows lifting upward. “What form of battle experience do you have?”