Cerulean Cape I think that she knows I'm out of control

overnight, lestan mayfair had became a picture of penitent chastity.
he vowed to himself that for his grave sin he must learn to live without desire, until such a time as he found himself forgiven. it was not for lack of great want; such was in spite of it. the fearsome nature of her blood consumed so many of his thoughts that when lestan wakened to her whisper, he lay tensely beside reverie as if terrified of his own betrayal.
"reverie, what is it?" he asked finally, rolling to face her after a moment's glance toward blossom. the golden hind seemed as she oft did after a dream, though with no confusion or terror. lestan watched her in consternation.