Emberwood do i do

even dead, he's still more of a man than you. bhediya's voice was level and calm as she stared up at pygmalion, her emerald eyes ablaze with ire. she watched him bristle and allowed her own guard hairs to raise, a direct challenge to his position.

her hearth hammered against the walls of her chest as though threatening to break out and run. she took a step back, then keeping still to await his response.