Arrow Lake ungesagt

it was her sinewed frame and flaws that appealed to mahler; he wore his own scarification proudly, and it affected not his regard of sarah.
rather, it gave her a fierce edge. she might have been no paragon of shrinking female beauty, but mahler had rarely appreciated such.
"solidifying my plans," the general told her with a single arch to his dark brow. the last they had spoke, this woman criticized him greatly, but he had let it go on.
now mahler drew her scent. "did you find a better place for yourself, sarah?" he purled softly.