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“Shall we put our dance practice to some purpose?' he asks. 'Dance?' I ask, my voice coming out a little high. His gaze goes to the circles of leaping and cavorting Folk. I wonder if he is in shock. I have just come from betraying him. I feel rather shocked about it. I put my hand in his as if mesmerised. There is only the warmth of his fingers against my chilly skin. His amber fox eyes, pupils wide and dark. His teeth catch his lip, as though he's nervous. I reach up and touch his cheek. Blood and freckles. He's shaking a little. I guess if I'd done what he did, I'd still be shaking, too.” — Holly Black
Shall we put our dance practice to some purpose?' he asks.
'Dance?' I ask, my voice coming out a little high.
His gaze goes to the circles of leaping and cavorting Folk. I wonder if he is in shock.
I have just come from betraying him. I feel rather shocked about it.
I put my hand in his as if mesmerised. There is only the warmth of his fingers against my chilly skin. His amber fox eyes, pupils wide and dark. His teeth catch his lip, as though he's nervous. I reach up and touch his cheek. Blood and freckles.
He's shaking a little. I guess if I'd done what he did, I'd still be shaking, too.