The magic, for lack of a better term, flowed through me; the chill of the grave and the heat of the living, and I knelt in the middle like something caught between life and death. It was like putting a cat into a room full of mice; they'll chase the running one first. I don't want. As my lady commands, he said, smiling, and offering his arm.
I nodded and braced the shotgun in my arms, using my hip and arm instead of my shoulder for the brace point. Or maybe I was just shielding too well now for his power to creep over me. He didn't look happy to see me that close to him. Nothing déclassé, but he got more out of simply touching a woman's back, shoulder, or waist, than some men got out of touching breasts and groin.
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