The moonlight danced upon the dark waves of her hair, which had been loosened to form a glorious cloak around her shoulders. She was still, perfectly still, as if she didn’t even breathe, and the glow upon her skin gave it the cast of silken cream alabaster. In the darkness her eyes were prisms of jade, bright and liquid against the whiteness of her face. She didn’t see him on the path, Eagle knew, and he allowed himself the luxury of simply watching her. He had no desire to rush anything. In his heart he would be claiming his bride, and despite all that he knew, all that had come before, she was defenseless and as tender as a trusting doe as she waited. Her eyes came to his and he saw that they were tremulous, that a faint shivering held her body in its grip. He stared at her a moment longer, then slowly walked to her, his eyes never leaving hers. He moved like a panther in the night, his sleek muscles fluid, his steps sure. The passion that would be culminated had begun with that first searing eye contact, which had locked them together in a union beyond description but known to man since the beginning of time.
