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But the mere presence of him was a disturbance; only the sweetest, a shimmering in the air that sparked against the silvered twist of her agitation, and as it burst to flame all thoughts of hunting turned to ash. And then there was only that fervent racing feeling, hot shades of passion she'd only ever known as a lust for blood, and then the fear.

Fear because love was not so different from the hunt; fear because desire felt so much like hunger robed in silk.

She couldn't run from this.

In silence she broke from the trail, and he was there, his eyes catching the light of the stars and glimmering through the harsh shadows. Nox, Her voice was soft. Her heart thrummed in her ears. She reached for him, his steadiness, his careful control. She wanted to see it crumble under her touch.