I got a venom like a snake running out of my mouth it's got you burning at the stake
She'd had her fair share of male attention in the past - her sister would've said more than her fair share, more than was considered decent - but it had been a while since anyone had been so... earnest.
Earnest was the wrong word she thought, as she caught him licking his lips in a way that was strikingly reminiscent of a wolf. Mariana supposed that technically made her prey. She was presently not entirely opposed to the notion, though she preferred to imagine herself as something more ambitious and fortified than the typical, like a stag. It would be entirely her choosing if she deigned to be caught.
Nothing is inherently bad for us, Mr. Rosier. Her tone was distinctly coquettish as she chided him. She'd decided to play along with him for now, he was promising to be an entertaining diversion even if only in conversation. Even lethal poisons can be harmless in moderation.
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