Sleepy Fox Hollow unerschütterlich

Myself.

She was transported back to that day on the edge of the great pine woods overlooking the Sound, where a younger Mahler had bowed his head and proclaimed that he offered himself to a younger version of her. She had laughed in outrage at him then, and she couldn't help snickering now.

You wish, she said, matching the bright shine of his lavender eyes with the mischievous glint of her single yellow. Her belly felt warm with anticipation. Maybe I want you to give me yourself right here and now, hm?