Seaside Moors tides

for a long moment erzulie was quiet, staring at ruvik. and then her nostrils flared; she snaked her spicecream body closer and lifted a lip. "you can make dis hard on you, ruvik. you an' i bot' know i could kill you here."
"an' yet de island wolves send you, an expendable scout. questioning rusalka, who lived before your mistresses stopped pissing demselves as children."
her mismatched glare cooled. "yuelong insults me by sending you an' asking after our decisions as if i owe dem a fucking t'ing."
erzulie gave him a challenging look. "do not ask me again. get up an' leave before you say de words a t'ird time."