Jade Fern Grove there is a house in new orleans they call the rising sun

Her fury unleashed upon him with the first blow of physical contact they had in terms of aggression to one another. The moment stunned him -- the sharp bite to his face, and he fell to silence form it, reeling in the moment. She pushed past him once more, and he stared at her retreating figure with a wave of shock and rage.

Rooted for only a moment, the regal withheld a snarl, prowling after her, and not letting her from his sight. If she thought reprimanding him physically was acceptable, she had another thing coming -- but for now, his focus was upon the task before him.

It had to be, otherwise all he would see was red.. and all he would think about is wanting nothing more than to be back at that moor with the silver girl called Quill.