Raven's Watch what a grand and intoxicating innocence

Ana shuddered, fur lifting slowly down her spine. Did she know? Suddenly it frightened her, all of it, and her fear showed in the stiff step back that she took, the glint in her eyes.

Maybe I don't, She spat as if to challenge him — as if to challenge fate and the red string itself. Another step back, yet she felt stripped to her bare soul; no escaping the cut of his eyes, no running from what he saw in her. Or what she saw in him, and knew she would see even if she closed her eyes, like an imprint of the brightest light.