Song of the Abyss (Deep Waters, #2)

by Emma Hamm

She signed with every word that she said, watching as his eyes flew with her fingers. He watched every single word with rapt attention before saying, “It is a beautiful language.” Anya grinned. “I think so, too. I like talking with my hands.” “I would ask you to teach me, kalon, but...” He released his grasp on the side of her cheek and lifted his single hand between them. But no, that wouldn’t do at all. She grabbed his fingers in hers and gently lifted his knuckles to her lips. With a soft kiss on the back of those deadly claws, she met his dark-eyed gaze and said, “You can still sign with one hand.” He looked up at her like she’d told him that she could give him back his arm. Or maybe, just maybe, that expression meant that he was grateful to her for not making him feel less than.

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