Herbalists' Cache lady of the hour [m]

as fast as it had begun, it was over. mireille, conflicted by their aggression against her want, regarded him with felfire in her emerald eyes. "i didnae want to be chased by you," she spat, though her hackles smoothed and her voice was not malicious. 
he had touched her gently, left her wanting. the force he had applied today reminded mireille she would not be handled that way again. the glacier man was the only.
her chin lifted. "why should i let you near me?"