Lost Creek Hollow it's the only way for me

She was even more stunning the second time.

At first, he assumed it was because he was relieved to still her there – that she suddenly appeared more cherubic than before – but he realized upon closing the distance that she had groomed herself while he was gone.

Oh, my angel, you need not bother dressing up for me.

He dangled the ermine, its brown-and-white coat marred by tooth marks and blood stains, inviting her to take it as if being fed grapes from the stem. For you, came his muffled voice through a mouthful of fur.