Chadstone could lean in, try a kiss, but he wouldn't waste the thrill of the game.
A crash rattled through the trees, followed by screams. Fear. Dakshana scooped up a branch, an impromptu spear. Chadstone offered a hand.
"We should run," he said.
"No - I must find my friends!"
"We'll find them. I know a safe place."
Dakshana studied his face; he wondered if she saw what he really was. She took his hand. Her fingers twined with his; her skin was warm. He started for a gap in the trees.
"This way."
She followed.
For a moment, he wished she hadn't.
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