Their bodies returned to one another, weaving a tapestry no one else could weave. It was natural with Caspen—like breathing. The human side of her had always called to him, and now the basilisk side did too. Tem savored every caress—every tender stroke of his fingers, and eventually, his tongue. He gave to her; she gave to him. They did what they were always meant to do—what they could do with no other. When the fractured shards of Tem’s soul split, Caspen’s swallowed them whole.
