Redsand Canyon Frourós

Towhee’s smack found purchase in his face. Arsenio recoiled from the force of it, but it did not slow his efforts. Instead, the redstone mercenary laughed heartily at her response. She called him twinkletoes, which was something that didn’t ring through his mind right away.

The mercenary took a few steps back, trotting until he had placed several feet of space between himself and the woman with fiery eyes.

You ought to be sorry! My face is my most charming feature. We can’t have you tarnishing it… the man said to her with a toothy expression. His tongue fell from his mouth as he panted. Tamar might leave me if I cannot keep my looks, Towhee. For a moment, the Greek man had nearly slipped into calling her Finley. It would take him a few tries before he was able to move past the name she had offered when they first met.