I licked him through the silk, and watched his face while I did it. The color was turquoise blue, with enough green to make his eyes blaze green. She was, indeed, a true believer. The thought was too rational, and the leash loosened and I could think for myself.
He didn't react, but kept his mouth pressed to the wound, his hands clutching my wrist. Once it went under the shirt, it stopped glowing, but there was still a pulsing warmth to it. In that moment that well of quietness filled me. I should have been angry, but I was too surprised.
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