When he opened his eyes, they weren't brown, they were amber, dark orange wolf amber. It's partnership the way I always thought marriage could be, but never seems to be. But, as I'd gained calmness from him, he had begun to gain back the passion that he'd lost over the centuries. The worst is that we are dead, and our people will be at the mercy of others that do not love them.
Normally, he wouldn't have interrupted, but we were on a deadline tonight. You'd think he didn't trust me not to start trouble. I sort of waved it at them both. His smile was less gentle and more his own.
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