This week’s six is another snippet from Dillon’s book.
Happy Fourth to all those celebrating!
He rubbed the membranous film of my wings between his fingers and my knees buckled.
“Remove your hand,” I said, breathless, “or you will regret it.”
For a moment, he let me think he’d do as I’d asked. He let me curse my mouth for ever having opened. Then he glanced up with silver eyes gone molten, and I wondered if he’d heard me at all.
His lips curved as he said, “I somehow doubt that.”
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