Fingers dragging. Throat humming. Lips still buzzing from the kiss with Theon. I was going to ask you not to let me kiss you again until you were ready to admit this is more than a bond. He was right. This was more than a bond; she just hadn’t quite figured out what that meant yet. She’d realized that as she’d lain on the floor of that wine cellar. They were more than Source and Master, Fae and Legacy. They were more than two people connected by a bargain and a bond. They were more than, but more than what?
