When The Moon Hides Her Crown
It was him.
Her gaze flickered over his shoulder to the walls, where she saw the drawings—some with her her lips, some drawing with only her eyes, and the petal mark on her brow. And some with her long hair covering the most of her face and sitting by the waterfall.
Her body jolted against his as the heat rushed into her veins, the intensity between them growing unbearable. His kiss, so soft, so tender, ignited a fire inside her. She closed her eyes, succumbing to the overwhelming warmth, but suddenly, everything flashed before her eyes—the temple, the life she had left behind.