Calmed me because he'd spent centuries perfecting his calmness. I'd run from him after seeing him eat Marcus. He smoothed his hands up the insides of my thighs, and it was only as his fingers brushed certain parts that I made real pain sounds. The smile was shaky 'round the edges, but it firmed up when he touched my hand.
The dry autumn grass made that whish-whish sound against my jeans. If he were human he'd stand a very good chance of losing the use of that arm. My pulse was still wild in my throat, like I'd choke on it, but I could think again. My hand looked small around his bigger one, but my arm was solid, and when he tried to pull away, he couldn't do it.
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