Lost Creek Hollow una tortura perderte

indeed, her pulse quickened for it all the same, but it was different. the hypervigilance of the woman, her attunement now to akavir's body and expression — at once she wondered toward his words. few good things began with we must talk. and so silvertongue moved off slowly along the border, intending to walk with him if he wished, her argent ears cupped for the creek wolf's words.