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My eyes stung and my throat tightened and my chest was sore. I wanted to bite at Asterion's warm, soft skin, to tear my way inside of him, as if I might hide my hollow places inside of his.
Sneaky dragon. Wonderful, strange rescuer.
Conall made me bright with humor and joy. Laszlo made me ache sweetly with need and affection. Hywel thrilled me, made me want to be wild and violent and brave again. And Asterion… I wanted to step into the shelter of his body, the quiet depth he carried with every step and word, and I wanted to press my lips to his skin as if I could return the beauty I found in him, convince him of it. I wanted to give as much back to these men as they gave to me. I didn't know if I could.
My eyes opened, and Hywel was fuzzy, milky with tears, and too close for my gaze to know where to look. "Yes, blodyn bach. If your heart is not whole yet, you have use of ours." Laszlo kissed the back of my neck, nose nuzzling the spot. "My wings are yours, dear one." "And my fire," Hywel whispered, kissing me once more.
He won't run, but if he does, you and I will fly after him with Excalibur blazing in your beautiful hand. We will watch him fall, blodyn bach." "Vengeance," I whispered. Hywel nodded, nose brushing against mine. "Yes. And then peace."
