Northstar Vale tequila mockingbird

Sea-glass gaze trained on the other fae, watching as she ventured closer. Heart fluttered at her touch, hummingbird trapped within her chest. She drew breath quickly, the spoken now the onset of all this anxiety, entrancement. After their shoulders touched, the wolf sat just out of reach and Andromaque found herself wishing she had stayed closer. She felt foolish, caught off-guard. Pretty wolves always made her weak.

"Andromaque," she said quickly, her own name falling from her tongue with a bit of difficulty. "Yours?" the firebrand asked, catching a glimpse of deep blue eyes, framed by darkened lashes. Her heart still beat hard and fast. She tried to calm it to no avail.