Await The Moon

ber eyes was a physical weight, pressing against her chest and making her forget everything but the primal wild mint scent surroundin

ispered, a tremor running through

ing eye contact, stepping back as if pulled by an invisible, restrictive chain. The dense air in the shop instantly thin

n aloud, Clara," he murmured, his voic

st the faint streetlights. Clara, acting on instinct-a desperate need

hint of a dark, enigmatic smile touching his lips. He looked at her hand, where their skin had brief

hed to the door, peering into the silence. She closed her eyes, clutching her own hand, s

diant light feel so desperately draw