Lost Creek Hollow una tortura perderte

akavir's feeling for her was palpable; she shut her eyes and resisted the brazen urge to lean into the strength of the chest possessing a heartsong she understood now. or hoped to! or wished to! her eyes snapped with hot tears, and now some prideful anger; "i never wanted anyone to see any of this," a near hiss that silvertongue drew back from being a growl; "my worth is my secrecy." oh, akavir, i could have loved you! i could have worn your colors! a closing to her moongilt face, and then soft, soft; "wren tells me that you and eshe have found one another," yanking another pain over the first and unwittingly sparing them both; "do not worry for me, akavir. i am where i want to be." she searched upward into his eyes, his mouth; hungering for a kiss she did not think would come again, was not sure was safe to taste again.