Silver Creek so i told him to run

the wraith noted the change in the female; the upward curve of her flirty smile, the fleeting coy glint in her gaze. he looked about them warily, as if half-expecting grayson to emerge at any moment.

yet the male had tempered his instinct down to its absolute essence, wheedling away his basal desires in his weeks of solitude. poised as he was, he would not strike -- the cobra's fangs remained sheathed despite the alluring vixen in front of him. he had worked too hard to conceal his true nature here - he would not blow it now -- not yet.

but it was torture to glance upon her and know what he could do to her - and how easily he could disguise it. he answered the smile with a flat grin of his own, deciding he could humor her for now. "what would you like to know?"