Kingdom of Ash

revealed the delicate woman lying facedown
on the end of his cot, the lower half of her
body still on the wooden chair where Fenrys
had been. Her arms cradled her head, one
outstretched toward him. Reaching for his
hand, mere inches from hers.
Elide.
Her dark hair spilled across the blanket,
across his shins, veiling much of her face.
Wincing at the lingering ache in his body,
Lorcan stretched his arm just enough to touch
her fingers.
They were cold, their tips so much smaller
than his. They contracted, pulling away as she
sucked in a sharp, awakening breath.
Lorcan savored every feature as she
grimaced at a crick in her neck. But her eyes
settled on him.
She went still as she found him staring at
her, awake and utterly in awe of the woman