Swiftcurrent Creek I love you will still sound the same

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He did not wish to hear her, to have her words sway him. His jaw tensed as Jinx sounded her cry nevertheless, and the swiftness of her paws quickly outdistanced the loping trot he had set for himself. Yet his icewater eyes did not move to meet the flames of her own; he recalled how they had glowed with desire for her lover. "I have no claim to you, Jinx," Lecter growled, continuing in his movements — where, he did not know.

As a Kesuk, he knew well the persistence of her lineage, but the witch was not inclined to listen. She was free to go where she pleased, to tumble with whom she deemed worthy of her lovely body. He simply would not be foolish enough again to succumb.

Lecter cursed himself for the hot jealousy of a scorned lover that had lashed him since he had seen her with the nightfall male. He was, he reasoned, too old to be so involved in the proceedings of the young; pain had struck him when he turned his full attention from Sos. And so he pressed on, jaw clenched closed stubbornly, eyes refusing to look upon her, lest she sway him from his determined course.