Duck Lake dife a ap kontinye

"like a hunger dat never stops, an emptiness never filled." he was a willowy charcoal shadow, eyes of gold fixed to her in what mireille chose to believe was supplication.
he did not close the space between them, and nor did the seawolf. she stood only watchful, hips curved, wondering what sort of man he would be.
the ocean-touched gemstones of her eyes were unwavering, meeting the broad curiosity in his own.