Firefly Ravine (m) who says I like right angles?

He felt a creeping of sin at his nape. Just as she crept along the edge of stone and —

He inhaled deeply, this the only pleasure he was sure he would allow himself. Her green eyes against him felt horribly, horribly wrong.

Briefly his head turned to look over his shoulder, wondering if another might be there. Augur might be drawn, he thought. But so far it is only them and he does not know if this is for the better or worse. He stayed on his course of approach, slowing down the closer he got. Mindful that her scent did not remove the threat of teeth or claws.

Would she stay or go?