Shadow Mountain i had walked my entire life as a dead man

Winter’s Wake watched with sedate fascination as the academic Lestan made a gesture far bolder than any he had before. Pondwater gaze never left that tender face, beloved from every angle he had witnessed so far. Anticipation warmed the air between them, and a looming failure of restraint pulled their lines taut.

As the flower fell, as the tension was broken, Elysian words nestled into the down of his ears.

Why, saer Mayfair, Wake teased, barely able to withhold a sigh of quickened longing. Are you trying to woo me? His eyes became hooded as he regarded his admirer, lascivious thoughts aglimmer behind snakeblack eyes. I thought this was my role.