For the first time since that shadow wraith ripped what can only describe crudely as my inner child, as in every corrupt memory and emotion of my youth, out of me with a kiss, the icy stabbing agony that pulsed in my fist which I kept bound shut, felt some warm release. The unnatural fear that coursed up the veins of my arm from that leather bound fist, holding me captive in dreamlike terror constantly, reminding me of my emptiness, was flushed with excitement and passion. The kind of passion I hadn’t known for a lifetime on these brutal seas. 

That last shred of the spiritual fabric I’d managed to tear free as she stole it from me, pulsed with sensual heat.


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