It had to be timed perfectly to work, the pushes, the pulls, turns that could so easily become slaps if not stopped, violence simmering underneath the grace.
It was a perfect allegory for the Blood.
She let him lead, but she fought for control, keeping space, then letting him pull her against him, eyes not leaving his for a moment.
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It was a perfect allegory for the Blood.
She let him lead, but she fought for control, keeping space, then letting him pull her against him, eyes not leaving his for a moment.