Dahozhoni Meadow Correr

Did your Pharaoh give you visions of the one you want while he fucked you? 

The jaguar drawled to her, following a possessive distance behind the three-legged woman. His teeth traced the haunch of her. The scent of him and Soto was mingled with the starlight hairs of her coat. 

Perhaps that was this other man's problem. He did not know what the fallen star wanted. If he did not know what she wanted, he could never break her. But Juárez had heard her mumble his name in longing whines. Crowfeather. It was a distinct enough name to send his runners searching. Seeking the treasure she hid in the deepest parts of her soul.