“I did it.” He smiled back. “Of course you did. You can do anything, Tem.” “I want to do it again.” Caspen laughed, the sound echoing around the sloping stone walls. As you wish. They did it again. And again. At some point, words were beyond them. They were simply moving, breathing, existing together—conforming to one another with nothing but their basest instincts and rawest desires. Tem herself ceased to exist. Instead she was one with Caspen, one with Kora, one with her people.
