"I love you," Laszlo gasped, turning his head to Hywel. Hywel's mouth opened and I thought he meant to answer, but instead his tongue flicked out, twining around Laszlo's throat and squeezing. I gasped, and then Laszlo was shouting, driving back between my lips. "You are so beautiful, Evanthia," Laszlo said, starting a racing speech of praise that made me tremble on my knees.
