He’d saved her life. She reached up to him, to where his long hair swept over his shoulder, and she pulled the tie binding his braid, slowly, gently. His eyes opened just a sliver, pale lashes catching the sunshine’s luminance, and his breathing slowed. The coppery tang of blood was overpowering, and with his arms crossed, those sharp claws rested on his biceps. But she pulled that tie down and off. Looped her finger through the weave of his braid, undoing it, unbinding it, freeing it. He didn’t move, simply watched her through those slitted eyes, let her do as she willed. I’m open to your
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