Rising Sun Valley too metal

A cloud of snow briefly obscured her vision when he feinted toward her, and Fiona sneezed, then shook her coat free of the flakes that gathered there. He didn't speak, but Fiona found she'd had plenty of speaking as of late. Right now, she yearned for something else. Perhaps it was simply the lingering sensation of being in the hollow when Heda's scent had permeated the entire place. Even now, there was the faint smell of fever on the wind.

She returned the play bow with one of her own, teeth gnashing toward his cheek before pulling away. Fiona would not make contact with him—not yet—but this was part of the game: the flirting, the foreplay.