a woman scorned

[Gabriel de le Poer]

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His lips pulled up, showing off-white teeth just long enough to prove his point. Of all the people to speak to him, she was not the one to try and offer moral lessons. Last summer had proven this to him. Then she seemed to understand—slowly, as if the concept was difficult for her. “Get home,” he warned, eyes sharpening as a secondary and more dangerous thought began to form in his mind.

“If I come to your home I’ll call for you,” he added, sucking in a breath of air. “Don’t come back here unless you have something useful to tell me. Next time you might not make it.” With that, the Aquila rose, turned on his heels, and was trotting off back into Inferni’s wooded border.

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