Wild Berry Meadow ard alahlam

this is not an answer, satsu, the slim creature pressed again, though the lovely eyes remained hardened with a rime of amber and frost.

they stretched luxuriously before the wolf-woman now, small curved hips silhouetted for a moment against the darkening skies that fell in long mist across the rolling steppes.

you will not be free of me, so long as he is satisfied.

the grin glittered once more. what would he think of you if he knew you were once one of this fallen circle? jawahir urges. security for her kind came at a cost; they meant to exact this from satsu, using the young woman to climb onto a shelf from which the courtesan could not be dragged.