LeahWe did it that night, when the kingdom was quiet and the only light came from a single lamp.Leah lay back against the pillows. I lay beside her, my hand splayed flat over her heart, the mating mark on my neck pulsing in time with hers. Andromeda rose to the surface, her presence filling Leah’s body like water filling a vessel, and through the bond I felt the doorway in my soul swing open.The shadows came.They poured from my hand, not into the room this time but into Leah, sinking through her skin, dark tendrils diving beneath the surface to a place that had no light and no air. And then I was there with them. Not physically. My awareness, my sight, riding the shadows into the landscape of my mate’s body.
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