curbside confessions

I should go. It was not the response he sought, but he had no intention of pleading with the woman. An angry bark would snap from his jowls as he stood up; an attempt to hold her attention and keep her where she stood. Laxago. Laxago. You are welcome here of course. he would state, his voice bold but his tone softened; jowls moving in precision to accentuate his meaning though her misconceptions frustrated him horribly. But I have no intention of groveling at your feet. he began, unable to confine the muddled emotions that her presence had dredged. Thrice you have disregarded me. This relationship. I am not lining up for another betrayal. Believe me, you're not the only one who feels pain in this world. his gaze would sharpen upon the woman. Tattered lobes falling flat against his skull, that unwavering voice fell hoarse as he attempted to constrain his shaking body. You are a stranger here. he reinstated. Prove your loyalties. Prove your worth.