[And those quiet words punch all of the air out of her chest faster than a gunshot. Her mouth shuts and her lips narrow into a thin line. Her anger seethes and builds inside of her and despite feeling like she's about to burst with it all, her own reply is level, formal, but not without sharp pinpricks of heat.] I don't associate with deserters.
[In her mind, he's already chosen Texas. Chosen her a thousand times over and despite any desire she might have to change that, it won't. Her loyalty will remain with her father until she dies.]
no subject
[In her mind, he's already chosen Texas. Chosen her a thousand times over and despite any desire she might have to change that, it won't. Her loyalty will remain with her father until she dies.]
Never speak to me again.