RONIN
Ronin had already opened his mouth to bite back at Amalia - contained, was it? Like they were animals? Like they didn't have the capacity to think or decide for themselves? But Remi was already laying down the law, and much as he clenched his jaw or balled his hands into fists or felt the flush of heat on his skin, Ronin schooled himself and kept quiet. And he listened, as the baker continued to speak, to suggest and to give ideas that, for all Ronin's fury, were very good.
"I will speak to Wessex. And to Delah," he said, at least one of those conversations having been on his to-do list for some time. "With the Fae, though, I would appreciate any diplomatic voice there with me, given how little I seem to give a fuck about the lot of you lately."
"I will speak to Wessex. And to Delah," he said, at least one of those conversations having been on his to-do list for some time. "With the Fae, though, I would appreciate any diplomatic voice there with me, given how little I seem to give a fuck about the lot of you lately."
a star in someone else's sky
