“I had dreams of you, Moon Witch. When those things swarmed me and the church crumbled.” He dragged my lips to his and greedily swallowed every exhaled breath in a kiss that was graceless and raw, devouring and clutching me as if I’d vanish from his arms. “Through the pain, you came to me.” He kissed my jaw. “An elixir in my blood.” Lips trailed down the column of my neck, and he kissed the base of my throat. “A calming breath to this rage that seethes inside of me. You quiet the noise in my head. The ringing and screaming.” He ran his palm over my shoulder and kissed the curve of my bone. “I
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