Unable to stop them, he moved them over her hair, down her neck, under her jaws and back to the sides of her head as his eyes scoured her face.Standing.BreathingHer eyes open and looking into his.“I’m all right, Lo,” she whispered and he felt her hand light on his stomach as she leaned in. “I’m all right, baby.”At her words, he crushed his mouth down on hers, thrusting his tongue in, tasting her, drinking from her, devouring her.Her arms curled around his middle and went tight as she tipped her head back to give him what he needed.More.Approaching horses and voices pierced his extreme relief and he tore his mouth from hers. When he did, he cupped the back of her head, shoved her face in his throat and curled an arm around her, hauling her deep so she was tight to his body and he could feel her everywhere. Smell her close. Absorb the fact she was still alive.His eyes went to Frey.“What was it?” he barked.“Hewcrows,” Frey answered. “Minerva,” he went on, telling Apollo something he already knew.Everyone knew the bird-headed hewcrows were Minerva’s magic.But the black mist that he’d seen envelope Maddie was something else.He couldn’t think of his Madeleine being attacked in the forest by hewcrows.
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