[se] scruff of the neck

The Honeybee

I believe in holding grudges
I'll heal in hell

It took Melita more than a few moments of mental scanning before she could place where she’d heard that name - Carpenter anyway – and the process was over in a mild blink and a sudden shifting of her brow. “Are you related to Koa?”

But then there were other things, like visiting and rain, and she picked up another chipped bottle and chucked it into the nearby pile. “Doesn’t it storm there usually?” Hence the whole name – listen, she didn’t go very often. Mostly for dangerous shit. “I’m Melita. Live here.” Short on introductions, but she wasn’t one to list off all her multitudes anyway.

Pay a little more attention to the healing power
of incandescent rage

Melita