Dakshana’s eyes slipped closed, and she felt a tug in her chest, a tightening that seemed to drag her forward. An arm slipped around her waist, light, gentle, as if afraid of hurting her, and she realized, He could hurt me - he’s not human, he’s stronger than me. But the fingers sliding through her hair were tentative, almost frightened, as if she would vanish at the slightest touch.
And something told her she should vanish, she should pull back and run, but then lips met hers, cool and soft and oh so gentle, and she surrendered herself to the shadows.
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