He hadn’t realized that she was burning so hotly until she’d stepped into the frigid lake and steam had risen. Silently, she’d dove in, swimming beneath the surface, the water so clear he could see every stroke of her faintly glowing body. As if the water had peeled away the skin of the woman and revealed the blazing soul beneath. But that glow faded with each passing breath she emerged to take, dimming further each time she plunged beneath the surface. Had she wished for him not to touch her because of that internal inferno, or simply because she first wanted to wash away the stain of Cairn?
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