Porcupine Ridge our lady of sorrows

He was content to be hidden, to be only involved in one another. If that had been the rest of their days he would have been okay. Paradise, Garden of Eden, Heaven — his dancer was something beyond all of those whimsical places.

But the time came to see this boy and this mountain.

The young man who greeted them was a sleek shadow with a gaze that Dagur felt like pierced him. Raider and Riley had both had such brilliant gazes that had ended in nothing more than simmering embers. His heart rattled around in his chest.

Yet he did not introduce himself, he looked towards his dancer.

How did the one who had taken him wanted to introduce him?