She draws it back in front of his eyes. Ridge watches intently as it pearls and drips down her finger. She brushes it over her own lips, and then over his. There’s still an animal in him. He is not yet, and will never be, fully domesticated. So he grabs her by the hair and kisses her. On their land, in the rain, with her blood between them. “Amen,” Sadie whispers.
