character&universe. Isolde&Tasha, Recliffe and Amaranthine.
"I could have him."
The damned elf looks at her, hard eyes for a moment, a gaze that can be steel for all she knows. It makes Isolde wish to shield herself, hearing her husband's words of caution and the legends which cross the streets wash over her body.
"I don't think so," Tasha says simply. "You do not know how to give. You would just take and feed and destroy until Teagan was nothing more than Eamon. If he spared you a glance now that he isn't delusioned. And."
And?
"And if you tried, I would rip you apart."