Phantom Hollow [M] Fire up the night

He thought he saw the curve of a smile, although he couldn’t be entirely sure from this angle. There was no uncertainty when it came to her nod, or the way she planted her feet to take his weight. Talisman let out what could only be a pleased purr as he arched forward to grasp her scruff.

Afterward, he sprawled in the grass beside the water, utterly sated. He was tempted to fall asleep, but instead Talisman shifted, propping his weight on an elbow as his pale blue gaze sought the woman’s. Just like with Sialuk, his awareness suddenly sharpened in the afterglow.

What’s your name? he asked with a soft, sheepish laugh.