Greatwater Lake roped up, rat in a cage

She spoke—
 
And Daighre’s eyes flashed. A growl rumbled from the inside of his throat, pitched low and threatening.
 
Because what the fuck had he done? Existed in her general fucking presence for too fucking long? She was the one being fucking overdramatic and rude, throwing her emotions at him and playing the victim when he didn’t fucking care. What the fuck was he supposed to do, coddle her? Hurry over to curl up against her side and slobber all over her like she was some useless fucking puppy that needed to be comforted? She had been the one looking for any fucking excuse to get closer to him, before.
 
And she had been the one that got her ass fucking kicked to hell and back.
 
Not him.
 
Just her.
 
But maybe she just didn’t fucking get that.
 
He snarled. Narrowed his eyes. Bared his teeth.
 
“You need to make up your fucking mind, short stack.”