Territorial Claims

ROWAN’S POV

Something flickers across Vane’s face. It comes too fast, and its gone before I can name it, smoothed over with that bright, blinking pleasantness, like a stone dropping into water and the surface going still again right after.

“Your wife,” she says, and gives a little laugh, high and quick. “Well. Isn’t that something. Isn’t that just— something.” She clasps her hands under her chin.