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He flinched as she reached out to him as if anticipating a blow to his head. His eyes were still darting around and he seemed unfocused, as if in...
"What?"
"What a lovely combination."
"Muddled Dryad. Muddled Canyon."
"Oh, we will."
His brows furrowed and he took a deep, shuddering breath, dropping his hands and looking down at them. "Where's my mom?" he asked her, his voice...
"When you sat on me."
"And I love your paintings."
"You started this."
She smirked and raised an eyebrow, kissing the back of his hand. "I just know how to get you to agree with me, that's all."
His legs were taut in front of him and his hair was disheveled from sleep and panic. His fingers were tracing the scars on his neck almost...
She gave him a sly smile. "I checked."
"Well, that's a relief."
"No, you."
"I'm very convincing when it's just you and I."
Rowan woke up with a start the next morning very early, his violet eyes flying open and his breath coming out in a large gust, making a cloud in...
"You have very strong teeth."
He grinned, reaching over with his free hand to brush her hair back. "You do?"
"Intent is muddled."
"I'll convince you."
