Friend.
Dreamer.
Desperate.
Firen tried to be content waiting for her mate to appear in the marketplace. She was patient as inspected each of her neighbours, ever hopeful the bond would settle into place.
But even she had her limits. And when her youngest sister brings home her mate, full of joy and just a bit of smugness at her elder sister’s misfortune, Firen loses what remained of her endurance.
She would find him. She would bind him to her.
And he would be glad of her boldness, wouldn’t he?
It was her parents’ fault, really. Made mating seem easy. As natural as the wind fluttering through her feathers.
She was wrong.
-x-
“Your name,” he murmured at last, and she relaxed into his hold. Liked the way he bent her a little too far backward, so she had to trust him to keep her balance.
“Firen,” she answered, more pleased than she could say that he was speaking to her. He had a pleasant voice, low as it was. As if he was keeping it just for her. “Lucian,” she repeated, because she remembered that part. Remembered that it had meant nothing in that moment, and yet now...
He grunted, and she wondered if she’d been mistaken, but he shook his head and studied her eyes a moment longer.
Then stood.
Released her.
And she was sorrier than she could say for their contact to end.
But it didn’t have to, surely. And she didn���t have to ask, did she? If she was welcome because of course she would be. Because the bond would sing as it did for her. Would tell him how pleased she was to finally, finally meet him. To speak for them while they muddled through these first moments together.
She took his hand. Adjusted her hold just so until her fingers settled naturally through his. And she could not help the beaming smile as she glanced up at him, only a touch dismayed that he was watching it all with bemusement rather than pleasure.
It was enough for her to pause. To feel a clutching, horrid chokehold on her throat. “You do feel it, don’t you? That... I am yours?”
Another of his piercing looks. The ones that were too sharp and might have seemed almost menacing if not for the swirl of satisfaction that he was looking at her.
“Yes,” he answered, his voice too tight and a tinge of something unpleasant that she dared not put to name.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Dreamer.
Desperate.
Firen tried to be content waiting for her mate to appear in the marketplace. She was patient as inspected each of her neighbours, ever hopeful the bond would settle into place.
But even she had her limits. And when her youngest sister brings home her mate, full of joy and just a bit of smugness at her elder sister’s misfortune, Firen loses what remained of her endurance.
She would find him. She would bind him to her.
And he would be glad of her boldness, wouldn’t he?
It was her parents’ fault, really. Made mating seem easy. As natural as the wind fluttering through her feathers.
She was wrong.
-x-
“Your name,” he murmured at last, and she relaxed into his hold. Liked the way he bent her a little too far backward, so she had to trust him to keep her balance.
“Firen,” she answered, more pleased than she could say that he was speaking to her. He had a pleasant voice, low as it was. As if he was keeping it just for her. “Lucian,” she repeated, because she remembered that part. Remembered that it had meant nothing in that moment, and yet now...
He grunted, and she wondered if she’d been mistaken, but he shook his head and studied her eyes a moment longer.
Then stood.
Released her.
And she was sorrier than she could say for their contact to end.
But it didn’t have to, surely. And she didn���t have to ask, did she? If she was welcome because of course she would be. Because the bond would sing as it did for her. Would tell him how pleased she was to finally, finally meet him. To speak for them while they muddled through these first moments together.
She took his hand. Adjusted her hold just so until her fingers settled naturally through his. And she could not help the beaming smile as she glanced up at him, only a touch dismayed that he was watching it all with bemusement rather than pleasure.
It was enough for her to pause. To feel a clutching, horrid chokehold on her throat. “You do feel it, don’t you? That... I am yours?”
Another of his piercing looks. The ones that were too sharp and might have seemed almost menacing if not for the swirl of satisfaction that he was looking at her.
“Yes,” he answered, his voice too tight and a tinge of something unpleasant that she dared not put to name.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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