Dahozhoni Meadow Correr

"why? you do not want to have me unless i have eaten your green?" silvertongue pressed. her addled mind was not too far gone to comprehend that as long as she stayed away from what juárez offered, she might claw her way to sanity once more. a courtesan walked the dunes before him, and he spoke only of his drug. "am i not more of a high than that, guapo?" she breathed, close now, close, close enough to flicker her tongue against his own lips. the one known as silver was gone, swallowed for now; it was belen who gazed up at juárez, winding herself close as she worked for her freedom.