12.Mar.12, 01:32 AM
Farlint nodded sagely, as though he'd known the answer all along. "Jada. I knew it was a pretty name. See?" He gripped her hand as she offered it to him, let her pull him to his feet. His head ached from the bash against the wood, but not as much as it would from the last of his wine. The man let his tall body drape back over her smaller one, appreciating her sturdy frame. Or maybe it was willpower- not many women would be able to drag him along. But here she was, just like a little Runner, doggedly aimed for her goal.
He was still appreciating her when she knocked him onto the bed he pointed her to.
He'd forgotten about her by morning. His headache was a much more impressive worry.
He was still appreciating her when she knocked him onto the bed he pointed her to.
He'd forgotten about her by morning. His headache was a much more impressive worry.