Lost Creek Hollow espu[m]a

the idea of it tensed silvertongue into a bar of shining silver beneath the starlight. "my mother was no one. how could i be like that? like her?" her voice was cinnamon-sharp. "i do not want to be responsible like that. only for myself. only for you, crowfeather," silvertongue went on, softening at last into the satiny sensation that soared through her body. "but that is why i must go away until it is over. it is temptation."