Sunset Valley i make the money, not wash the clothes.

when colt turned back, it was to watch indra hunched over the head yet again. he skinned the snake casually, fitting long pieces into his mouth.
the flinty gleam in her eye was recalled now: possession. possessiveness. colt chewed contemplatively. 
irritation began to riot in him. had indra ever been grateful in the same way as she had been that night? his nostrils flared.
but he had eaten, and she was only an unhinged female. colt glanced at the sky. "come on now." his voice was casual but his eyes warned her to move quickly, that he was tired of the outburst no matter how quiet.