Lost Creek Hollow espu[m]a

silvertongue shut her eyes and her heart to what crowfeather wished for her to be, these good things turning to ash when they touched her. he did not know the things she had done in her life, nor the pleasure-seeking she had lived. she was not made for motherhood and had no capacity to fathom it. his kiss sent fire spiraling beneath her breastbone; silvertongue pressed closer with a delightful shudder tracing her flesh. "i am not going to leave you, crowfeather. you do not have to give yourself to me to make me stay." so close, so close that she could not help but murmur with lips against his lovely face. "i do not want it." only you. she was slyly fond of the men she entertained but crowfeather had never accepted her servitude when he was made prince over her and nor did he seek to possess her now. she had not forgotten that he had seen her when she was only a slave.