Hunter's Moon
she whispered, reaching up to trace the scar on his face with her fingers.
Slowly, Rodyn’s hand reached up to cover hers, and he held it there for a moment, eyes never leaving hers. Looking into his grey eyes, Emory felt a flicker of fear and uncertainty that was unsettling. He leaned in closer, and she drew to him like a magnet, until their foreheads rested against each other and their noses brushed.
When she heard a whooshing sound, she turned to look at the draped-off section behind the table.
That is your mate. There’s not much time left. He and I both descend from dragons, though his bloodline is far closer to the source than mine.
Bab Populer