Sunset Valley vant cho

he tested. mireille reacted, and she was becoming slowly aware of some hold she had on him.
she found his eyes now, pushed back against them with her dominant stare; daughter of sapphique, princess to the sea where her sister was now queen.
they enthralled her as much as the set of his face, the soft hues along his forehead. "you be de stranger," she corrected. "stay one."
but here mireille stepped closer, carefully, forelimbs tense to carry her back and off and away if he so much as meant to touch her; this alone, her breath upon the side of his throat as she sought the stories of the places he had been.