Wheeling Gull Isle meizen

finally the sunspot misery of his brilliant, compelling eyes found heda's own and she could not hide her intake of breath, she could hardly bear the weight of what he held in his gaze.
but hold it she did, hold it she wanted.
"i know my love is this island," heda heard herself say, as if the words were writing themselves in her mouth. "maybe it's the same for you."