[Luca's head snaps around the second he hears that voice. His eyes go wide at the sight of the mount, then narrow as they settle upon the woman. Anger and revulsion surge through him. He still as the image in his head, clear as day, of Zonari's hands around Kiera's throat.
The forest takes. It taunts. And he is so tired.]
You. [He doesn't hesitate. He doesn't care if his flames waver even as he summons them to his hands, or that his blade had been left behind in his rage.] Leave, now. Never come here or speak to my sister again you traitorous bitch.
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The forest takes. It taunts. And he is so tired.]
You. [He doesn't hesitate. He doesn't care if his flames waver even as he summons them to his hands, or that his blade had been left behind in his rage.] Leave, now. Never come here or speak to my sister again you traitorous bitch.