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it felt good, also, to be guided; to be arranged and posed and gazed down upon with a reverent affection that sent her heart into a gallop. anselm had never looked at her this way.
and neither had caracal. not like this. with love, always, with reverence, often, with adoration, each day.
this was different. heda tasted amadeo's worship in the air, and the force of it loosed her thin shoulders into a visible shiver at his light touch.
her skin was alive, alive as she did not think it had before, and her slim head bobbed in an earnest nod, offering a soft "yes" before mouth unhinged itself at the roil of sensation beneath her skin.