Cry Wolf, Cry Mother

Killer-Kate and Luke Lackland: No words, but Golden Kate storming up to me in a blaze that burns away all the clutter and dither about her and the Young Duke in the forthcoming chapter.  Once again my old wolf demonstrates that however big of a bitch she may be to anybody else, this is nothing compared to how savagely she's prepared to use herself in their cause.

I don't think I need to worry about the Duke's looking weak any more, or the resolution looking stagey.  Geez Louise, woman!