RETH
When Reth reached the storage tree they were using as a jail, he stormed past guards with barely a word, the guards that came with him stopping at the door when he cut them a glance as he slipped through the door.
The female was curled in the corner, her back to the wall. He'd ensured she wouldn't be dehydrated, but she was likely hungry by this time. Her eyes widened when she saw him and she scrambled to her feet as he crossed the floor between them.
He could smell the terror coating her and hated himself for it. But it was necessary.
She pressed herself back into the wall as he stormed up to her, stopping only just short so her panting breaths—sour and shallow—washed him. He wrinkled his nose, but let her think it was disgust for her that made him do so.
