Emberwood [m] But if you get me out, you get a show

Two fathers; another question she wouldn't let herself ask. Dusty Rose managed to answer some of her other unvoiced wonderings, though, all the while adding to her collection of curiosities about him. A brother, Slow West. Where was he now?

Rather than ask, she let her preening trail to more sensitive places as he pulled her close. Several moments passed before she spoke again. I wasn't always called Reverie, either, Her voice was soft. I took that name when I left The Gilded Sea.

She placed a few featherlight kisses along the arm stretched across her chest. Even so, a certain anxiety gripped her as she spoke again, one that perhaps Dusty Rose would sense if he was perceptive enough; Were they all coyotes? In the Red Desert?

As hard as she tried, this was an insecurity she could not shake. Did he understand just how little she understood? Even in the realm of wolves she sometimes felt misplaced — and she could not forget the hint of fear she'd felt that morning. The uncertainty. He frightened her, just a little, and she wanted him anyway. But she wasn't sure he would want her once he knew the truth.