Violet CLAW
She raised a hand, her claws beginning to prick at her manicured nails, ready to strike.
"Mother, stop! People are watching!" Jane grabbed her arm, her voice urgent.
The Yoris name was legendary in the Woodcarving Association, and Arnold was practically royalty here. A public brawl with a "fallen Mercer" would be a scandal they couldn't afford. Sara lowered her hand, her eyes burning with a promise of retribution.
"You wretched cur. The Moon sees everything. Your hunt will end in a trap."
"We’ll see who hits the silver first, Mrs. Yoris," I replied, nodding to Jane before turning to walk away.
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