My Cup of Tea

Vervain couldn't help the way her blood turned to ice at the mere mention of that fucking Guild, at the fact that Kalt had known her daughter when she had lost her, when she'd been desperately trying to find her for so long that it had seemed impossible. Her hand clenched around the rag she was using to clean the bar, knuckles white, and she took a long, long moment to consider her next words. "Why are you here now?" She wanted to know, voice quiet. "When she lost the man she loved, when you admit yourself that it was a life she's trying to put behind her. What reason do you have to cause her more pain, other than selfishness?" Taking a deep breath and letting it out again, she put the rag away and turned her back on him to arrange the bottles. "Stay away from my daughter," she said simply. "Or I will make you." vervain I am always on your side