Lost Creek Hollow espu[m]a

"anything i want?" silvertongue's voice roughened. "i know to love one way, crowfeather. only one." her eyes were pools of swallowing light. "that is what i want. with you. but i will not be a mother." her heart cadenced to his; she felt shy when she thought of crowfeather responding to her, eager as she had been. she held him to her, marveling at the true streak of love in her, even now, even now as she sought not to tempt him even as he meant to fall into temptation.