Walker would let her up for air, then drag her down again until she was drugged with kissing, his clever lips and tongue luring her further and further from safety, to a place where nothing existed but his warmth and heat, one hand holding her head at the angle he required, while the other plucke...
she said, “you’ve got an incredible nerve. That was magnificent.” He ducked his head, reaching for a sponge and a wide-mouthed jar of some kind of cream. “I did what I had to do,” he muttered. “You forced them to listen.” Prue shook her head, bemused. “I’m only just beginning to understand. You n...
* * * * * Trilgeriel the healer stood just inside the door, bag in hand. With him were Mirry and Fledge. Oh, his cousin was back. Good. The little Grounded was very pale, her eyes wide. “Veryl?” she said. “What‟s Veryl got to do with it?” Mirry laid a hand on her shoulder. “Now, chick—” Fascinate...