“Because I repel the mist? You should see the sky when there is nothing to obscure it, it goes on for an eternity.

I have never seen it so clearly since bringing you here.” The color is intriguing, brilliant within so much white. “Although most of the time I hope to catch a glimpse of the sky.” I’ve always wondered about all that I can’t see,” she said idly, comforted. “Perhaps you should start by looking here first then. She pressed her body to his, and his arm came up to enclose her in. “You are always here when I cannot find you.” She just wished she could have said a proper goodbye first. Whenever that pop of blue filled her vision-for the moment that it lasted-she thought of her family and the farm. And sometimes, when the light from the sun was at its brightest, she could glimpse the cerulean blue skies beyond. She couldn’t quite explain what drew her to come back so frequently since it was more of the same endless ocean of gauzy white.īut she liked to watch the mist dance with the wind and shift with the sky. She had come here nearly every day since Vedikus showed her the hidden trails to this spot. Her fingers drifted over the stitching she had put upon and ties that held them upon her body. She was pleased to do so, reveling in the strength of her mate. She was draped in new furs and skins, given to her by Vedikus straight from his walls. And with her dark captor filling her vision, her head, her heart, she was exactly where she belonged.Īldora curled her arms over her middle and looked out over the cliffs. She looked up at him with the same possessive expression he mirrored back. He tugged her hair once before letting it go, picking her up to lie her upon his furs. What would your brothers have thought if you had died?” You would have killed yourself for an apple farmer. “You are not as hard as you make yourself out to be, Minotaur. I needed to hear more of it, even if it killed me.” He leaned down and pressed his mouth to her shoulder, licking her skin. “Thank you,” she whispered, finding her palms sweaty, her fingers twitching.

Her shift was no protection at all from her minotaur. Fire and brimstone flooded her nose as his hand grasped her hair, pulling it like he often did.

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