“Let me in,” he demanded, and I could feel his yearning rise again, the yearning that had an origin separate from us. From me. From him. Tiras.Tiras.Tiras. It was the only thought in my head, and it seemed to satisfy him, though I felt sorrow rise from his skin, like a cloud had drifted across the moon.
Why must all the intimate scenes in this book leave me feeling kinda sad :(
