Tuck a Knife With My Heart Up My Sleeve
Fuming. If smoke could erupt from her flame red ears, it would have, as Shuule stalked down the street, not bothering to step around the blood pooling from the other males that had attacked her. Behind her, men started to check on the bodies of the dead, to see if they were truly gone, while Set quickly slithered up to her side.
"Let me carry you," he pleaded. The fox pinned her ears and ignored him.
"What are you even going to say to the King anyway? Please, let's just go to Harvey's. Let him look at your leg."