The raven didn't answer. That was too private, too personal to even acknowledge. Again he kept the knife from her, by backing off when he sensed her approach. It was easy enough, her very presence made his skin prickle with discomfort.
The ultimatums earned her a look of pure disgust. The worst part was that she had no idea how heavy the threat of the Warden was. Couldn't know, because only Morgan knew of the warning he had been issued. Brought upon himself in a fit of desperation, to endure that any further loss of control on his part would be seen and felt. There were eyes on him, and it was quite possible that a complaint from this woman would see him jailed, or even exiled.
It was ridiculous that he was forced to choose between booze and his homeland. Utterly unacceptable, and as his eyes flashed the fingers holding the knife whitened.
When he could no longer restain himself, Korbin took a quick step aside and threw the knife. It whistle past the blonde girl and lodged itself in the cutting board, quivering tip down in the wood. So firmly stuck that she might need Noah to get it back out.
"That's blackmail, you fucking cunt, and I will not forget that. You want me to stop drinking? Fine. I'll stop. But if you ever get near me again I will not care about what the Warden or Noah might do, I'll make you go away. One way or another."
Despite the rage his voice was quiet, dangerously soft and perfectly serious. It took a lot to push Korbin over the edge but there had been a lot of pushing and a lot of breaking in him, and he was close now. Close enough to wonder if exile might not be worth the satisfaction of snapping her pretty little neck.
The ultimatums earned her a look of pure disgust. The worst part was that she had no idea how heavy the threat of the Warden was. Couldn't know, because only Morgan knew of the warning he had been issued. Brought upon himself in a fit of desperation, to endure that any further loss of control on his part would be seen and felt. There were eyes on him, and it was quite possible that a complaint from this woman would see him jailed, or even exiled.
It was ridiculous that he was forced to choose between booze and his homeland. Utterly unacceptable, and as his eyes flashed the fingers holding the knife whitened.
When he could no longer restain himself, Korbin took a quick step aside and threw the knife. It whistle past the blonde girl and lodged itself in the cutting board, quivering tip down in the wood. So firmly stuck that she might need Noah to get it back out.
"That's blackmail, you fucking cunt, and I will not forget that. You want me to stop drinking? Fine. I'll stop. But if you ever get near me again I will not care about what the Warden or Noah might do, I'll make you go away. One way or another."
Despite the rage his voice was quiet, dangerously soft and perfectly serious. It took a lot to push Korbin over the edge but there had been a lot of pushing and a lot of breaking in him, and he was close now. Close enough to wonder if exile might not be worth the satisfaction of snapping her pretty little neck.
In loving memory of when I gave a shit
KORBIN
HALE
HALE
