Linna : Historical Romance (The Brocade Collection, book 5)
“Lukewarm wetness dripped onto Cord’s face, caressed his lips, and slid over his features. None of which meant a thing. Cord licked at the rain, tasted the nothingness and let it sit on his tongue. There wasn’t enough to swallow. It wasn’t raining although it had been all morn. The day was sending leftover drops down each clump of Spanish moss he was standing under. He heard the rustle of his companions as they chafed with the discomfort. His upper lip curled slightly. They were stupid. And lazy. Impatient. Incompetent. They were still all he had. All they had to do was watch and wait. Both were beyond them.
The faint sound of giggling reached him, lifted from the ground by the steam encasing his ankles, wrapping around exposed tree-roots, and shadowing the pools of swamp. Cord narrowed his eyes, caught at the breath...and held it.
His heart still stopped. She was as lovely as the cameo hanging against his upper belly. Lovelier. Something in him twinged, making him lose a bit o...f inhaled breath for a fraction of time.MoreLess
The faint sound of giggling reached him, lifted from the ground by the steam encasing his ankles, wrapping around exposed tree-roots, and shadowing the pools of swamp. Cord narrowed his eyes, caught at the breath...and held it.
His heart still stopped. She was as lovely as the cameo hanging against his upper belly. Lovelier. Something in him twinged, making him lose a bit o...f inhaled breath for a fraction of time.MoreLess
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