Where Wild Things Roam
She closes her eyes, swallowing hard and fascinated, my eyes track the tiny movement, stopping at the hollow in the base of her neck between her collarbones.
The place for my mark.
Aware now of how perilous her situation is, she shakes her head, then finally stutters her answer. “I can’t bestow a charm with my magic. They’re only blessings.”
Under the intensity of my ravenous gaze, she squirms, and I tighten my grip, suppressing her movements, subduing her with entirely too much relish. “Why?”
Against me, Darby’s temper flares. Still defensive, she eyes me pointedly. “That’s none of your affair.”
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