And that was what she had felt? Minerva nodded as he felt an echo of that anguish across his face. “Exactly.” “Exactly what?” he managed to force out, trying to play off anything she thought she saw, anything he was presently feeling. Anything at all. It was too much, too complicated, too real. Minerva shook her head and marched across the room to him, gripping his head in her hands and crashing her lips down upon his. There was nothing tender in it, only desperation and need. And fear. A whole world of fear. Griff gripped her sides as she pulled back, wondering what she had done with the air
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