grandmother?
Absolutely not.
He ran his fingers over the scar. Over it,
and then up her stomach. Up and up, her skin
pebbling beneath his touch, until he halted
just over her heart. Until he laid his palm flat
against it, the curve of her breast rising to
meet his hand with each unsteady breath she
took.
“You were right,” she said quietly. “I am
afraid.” Manon laid her hand over his. “I am
afraid that you will go into Morath and return
as something I do not know. Something I shall
have to kill.”
“I know.” Those same fears haunted his
steps.
Her fingers tightened on his, pressing
harder. As if she were trying to imprint his
hand upon the heart racing beneath. “Would
you stay here, if we had this alliance between
lily
(lily)
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