Pick your poison.

Her brain was working hard as several emotions played across her starry features, first shock, and anger, and then contemplation. How dare he threaten her? The Ancestors would have something to say about this for certain, but even so, Noelie didn't have it in her to attack someone who hadn't attacked her first, and she wasn't sure if a threat was enough to change that. "I'm going to take a few steps back and then say, you better give up and answer to the council or else." Ha! She had him now. The council would be sure to take care of this issue in a way that the Ancestors would find acceptable.

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