Blackfeather Woods It was real and I repent

The smile vanished beneath his question like moonlight beneath stormclouds, and the silent laughter died out alongside it.  They won't know where to find me.  It was almost easy to forget her situation with someone to fill the role of companion, but it was just as easy to be reminded of it.

Written across each line of her body was a knife-blade contrast between challenge and compliance; her eyes carried a hint of conspiration, but the way her form folded in on itself beneath his warmth betrayed that she wouldn't be trying much.  She was in no position to barter, and she'd already learned that the hard way.