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.
