Nova Peak yon peche [m]

val's breath stirred along her nape. mireille turned back. "he did." perhaps the spice in the arch of her brow might announce it. guess for yourself. and because from here she could catch the sight of his jawline, she again drew her gaze away.
"all of dem earned what i gave."
in one way or another. worship. loving touch. confidence.
and it was in those memories that mireille felt she at last understood the pulse of val's body. a low, heedless laugh sparkled in her mouth. "don't tell me you be fallin' too."
still, mireille did not look at him, because she could not. 
i spoke to svalinn. it would crack the dome spinning around she and val, and she could avoid no more mending.