He grinned, though it wasn't exactly the same coming from the wolf muzzle. Like you said, no conflicts, no inner struggles. His lavender shirt was the palest thing about him. It made us both jump.
I think it was Derry. It wasn't that I felt nothing, because it wasn't possible to be enfolded in Damian's arms, pressed against his chest, have his lips caressing mine, and be unmoved. It would help slow the blood loss. I don't know what came over me just now.
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