Noctisardor Bypass I own that technology now.

her spine stiffened when he spoke, when he called out to her crudely. to keep the upper hand, she needed to walk away. just go, she told herself. anselm did this because he had a fundamental need to have the last word.
but even as she thought, her body was moving in a crisp, tight turn; she flung the sparrows into the brush and stalked toward the man with the barely controlled fire of an anger that would not cease its burning.
"and you would rather fuck yourself, anselm, so go and do it." but there was a cruelty now, blistering the inside of her mouth, her gaze. he had the reaction he wanted. "it's so strange, i only ever knew one other man who had your accent. and he abandoned druid and i here. i wonder if you knew who he was too. i wonder if he did it again to a new family."
her eyes scorched into his, a challenge clear in them. their issues had never been about glaukos.