Ouroboros Spine Allagí

The crimson-hooded figure halted in his tracks. 

Memories of Reyson and Meadow rushed to his mind. Antigone gritted his teeth together. The hairs along his neck bristled, heightening with the surge of anger he felt. And he cursed himself for feeling it, for letting it take hold of him by the throat. 

And what if someone else should ask to court you? 

The edge in his voice was dangerously sharp.