[ Words like that are hands flexing on hilts, make her feel like a stolen birthright with a usurper on the throne. His like a home he cannot go back to.
It is a reckless dangerous game with an ending that cannot be but vicious but oh, she wants to play so badly it makes her quiver, taut as a bowstring drawn and held, and she cannot stop her fingers from tensing again on his face, from curling the fabric of his shirt into a fist where her other hand had settled. ]
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It is a reckless dangerous game with an ending that cannot be but vicious but oh, she wants to play so badly it makes her quiver, taut as a bowstring drawn and held, and she cannot stop her fingers from tensing again on his face, from curling the fabric of his shirt into a fist where her other hand had settled. ]