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penn's approach was received; hidden behind a withering look was teya's desire, one that quickly draped the sight of him in silver. she considered how fetching the stripe along him looked now, how there was an air to his eye that perhaps had not been there before. or perhaps she had not seen it.
water balancing on a tongue-tip; she swiped her lips slowly and arched a brow. "cold is what i need." but she could not look away from him, though bridget's warning was hot and insistent inside her mind.