Chapter Thirteen
Walkyr took a step away from her. They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before he turned away. With a snap of his fingers, Spice rushed to his side. Trescina watched as they disappeared into the woods.
She lifted a trembling hand to her lips. They still tingled with the feel of his warm mouth. She was in serious trouble.
It too late, her cat quietly mewed.
What do you mean? she asked.
Her cat sighed. You know. I know, her cat replied.
“Yes, I know,” Trescina whispered.
She lowered her hand when Cinnamon brushed up against her. She slowly knelt and wrapped her arms around the tiger, closing her eyes and turning her face into Cinnamon’s soft neck. For a brief moment, she relived the memory of when she had held her mother in exactly the same way.
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