Sunset Valley vant cho

not good with herbs. she would not take him back to kel and the stranger. 
the glass-light inside her grew warmer, as if urging her on. mireille studiously chose to be more in control of herself, sensing that she was upon the very edge of that event which had so haunted her.
"maybe."
not quite an invitation; there was a heated and unreadable light in her tumultuous emerald eyes now. "it depends how well you want to be restin'." lifting her scarlet head, allowing the man closer if he wished. did she wish it? mireille did not yet know. 
she did not even desire his name.