As the final tremors of their passionate union subsided, Malcolm and Brenda lay entwined upon the mossy earth, their breaths intermingling in the stillness of Hintherland.
Brenda lay against Malcolm's chest, her heart thundering within her breast. The magnitude of their union had shattered every notion of propriety that her genteel upbrining had instilled. Yet she found herself caring not a whit for such mundane concerns, for she had tasted something far more profound than mere society's expectations.
"I feel as though I've been unmade," she murmured, trailing her fingers along Malcolm's jaw. "As if I've shed my old self like a chrysalis, emerging as something altogether different."
Malcolm's lips curled into a smile of fierce pride. "You have come into your true power, my Luna," he mur
