Lost Creek Hollow But this is exhausting, this love

horrified tears pressed themselves with painful intensity against silvertongue's eyes; she shut her gaze hard to refuse them purchase. "i will get to know him." crowfeather did not know. he had not been awake to know her origins as belen, or what a hand germanicus had been given in her purchase. but the feel of his arms so close around her, their pulses winding; silvertongue could not hate herself for how she melted thankfully into crowfeather. perhaps she would wake from her own nightmare. on impulse the star sent her lips questing along his throat in the darkness, moving slowly, wondering if he would rouse for her once more or if she had lost even that. desperation lurked in her gut.