Lost Creek Hollow avisame

"as am i, mi amor." her love, even if she was not his; he was hers, and this was fiercely felt beneath her breast. at last she pulled back a little, pushed her forehead against that of crowfeather. "we will just have to be afraid together." her own entire nerves, knotted into shame and loathing and terror. what did he feel; silvertongue wished so much that she could take all his anguish it herself, where it belonged.