Chapter Ten
Samara parted her lips under Adalard’s. It was hard to believe, but her heart was beating more frantically now than when she almost fell to her death after Adalard startled her. She forced her fingers to relax against his jacket and slid her hands up to his shoulders.
The same tingling feeling ran through her that seemed to happen every time she and Adalard touched. She could also see colors swirling around them. Almost like they were threads trying to weave them together in some cosmic way.
Curious, she ran her tongue along his teeth. Images of Little Red Riding Hood and the scene with the Wolf danced through her mind when she noticed that his canines appeared sharper than normal. Instead of being repulsed, she found them sexy.
All the better to bite me with, she mused.
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