Noctisardor Bypass [raid]Bring me the no good workhorse

He felt the ends of her teeth rake through the fur of his nape, dangerously close to his neck. His lips twitched upward ever so slightly in response in a show of his own smaller fangs. Fear froze him in place. He was forced to listen to the madwoman go on, as much as he tried to block out her voice.
She insisted that Laurel spilled the blood of a sister. Mother lied, she said.
And Abel insisted; She didn’t lie, with cracking faux confidence. Doubt was beginning to seep into his mind for reasons he did not understand. Because how could she lie?
How could she lie about a sister she’d never mentioned to begin with?