Words are spaces between us.

She held him for a moment, and as the scent of the crimson beauty teased at his nostrils, he became fully aware of the proximity between them now -- the slender curve of her neck where his own jaw line now rested, and the press of her chest against his own. A wash of guilt overcame him then, and as she finally pulled back, the male pulled himself back almost sharply - as if he had betrayed Bazi.

But her words were almost like a slap -- a quiet smoothing over that stirred a frown to the brows of the usually stoical male. "I can't trust her anymore," he admitted, the hint that perhaps even if Bazi did return to them.. to him, that it could never be the same again. She had pushed him aside, hadn't listened to him.. and simply vanished in the night. The only memory he had now was of her was her back as she set her pace toward Duskfire Glacier.. and away from him.

Drifting his eyes from her features, he turned them to the sky, his teeth biting down with just enough pressure upon his tongue to keep him from losing all composure now. "It was never meant to be this complicated."

Nor was the scent of the stunning creature inches from him meant to be so tantalizing.