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He knew only what she'd told him of her past, but it was enough to unsettle him. Kansas was just a little disturbed by it because he was aware that she thought men had never looked at her with hunger in their eyes, and though he had not been in Italy with her, he knew otherwise. She was too strikingly beautiful for the eyes of lonely werewolves to simply pass by. There was something exotic and innately alluring about Savina, not just in her outward beauty (blinding enough as it was), but in the air around her. Several times throughout their time as mates, Kansas could have sworn he saw the sky brighten as soon as she entered his line of sight. That she didn't realize this, or, to give credit to her now, hadn't realized it during her time in Italy, worried him. Someone could have so easily taken advantage of her.
But the pale boy didn't wish to waste time thinking about something so terrible. She was with him now; he'd spent his first two years in a void that lacked meaning. All of it lead up to her. That was all he needed. And when he considered his own progress since they had been together, he was nearly incredulous. During his childhood and adolescence, the boy had positively hated everything about himself. And then she came along. Now he'd moved past hatred and saw reason and value in himself and in his life. He rarely stuttered anymore. It was all the best gift anyone had or would ever give him.
Her tightened grip around his lean waist warmed him in that way her hands always managed to do, because she was counting on him for something: to keep her steady on the horse's back. Odd, how riding Lexington seemed so much better with Savina right behind him, holding on. He felt his confidence in his riding skill swell; he had more purpose in being on the immense slate beast. "Good," he returned happily. He'd been concerned that she wouldn't feel comfortable riding Lexington. He felt no need to explain to her how he'd acquired the stallion just now, either; that could be saved for later. He actually liked leaving her in the mystery.
As they neared the lake, he sensed her eyes searching, and she spoke as the blue jewel came into sight. Again he was enthralled by her ability to always say the perfect thing. He grinned with pleasure and brought the horse past the line of trees, to the secluded shore of the lake. It sparkled, cold and majestic, a crystal ring of ice encircling it up to the bank. "Only for you." Kansas took his satchel and swung deftly off the horse, placing it on the ground a few feet away. He rested one hand against the horse's nape, the other reaching open for Savina to take. "Just sit sideways, and I'll help you down." His smile was now of happiness and excitement for what was in store.
He knew only what she'd told him of her past, but it was enough to unsettle him. Kansas was just a little disturbed by it because he was aware that she thought men had never looked at her with hunger in their eyes, and though he had not been in Italy with her, he knew otherwise. She was too strikingly beautiful for the eyes of lonely werewolves to simply pass by. There was something exotic and innately alluring about Savina, not just in her outward beauty (blinding enough as it was), but in the air around her. Several times throughout their time as mates, Kansas could have sworn he saw the sky brighten as soon as she entered his line of sight. That she didn't realize this, or, to give credit to her now, hadn't realized it during her time in Italy, worried him. Someone could have so easily taken advantage of her.
But the pale boy didn't wish to waste time thinking about something so terrible. She was with him now; he'd spent his first two years in a void that lacked meaning. All of it lead up to her. That was all he needed. And when he considered his own progress since they had been together, he was nearly incredulous. During his childhood and adolescence, the boy had positively hated everything about himself. And then she came along. Now he'd moved past hatred and saw reason and value in himself and in his life. He rarely stuttered anymore. It was all the best gift anyone had or would ever give him.
Her tightened grip around his lean waist warmed him in that way her hands always managed to do, because she was counting on him for something: to keep her steady on the horse's back. Odd, how riding Lexington seemed so much better with Savina right behind him, holding on. He felt his confidence in his riding skill swell; he had more purpose in being on the immense slate beast. "Good," he returned happily. He'd been concerned that she wouldn't feel comfortable riding Lexington. He felt no need to explain to her how he'd acquired the stallion just now, either; that could be saved for later. He actually liked leaving her in the mystery.
As they neared the lake, he sensed her eyes searching, and she spoke as the blue jewel came into sight. Again he was enthralled by her ability to always say the perfect thing. He grinned with pleasure and brought the horse past the line of trees, to the secluded shore of the lake. It sparkled, cold and majestic, a crystal ring of ice encircling it up to the bank. "Only for you." Kansas took his satchel and swung deftly off the horse, placing it on the ground a few feet away. He rested one hand against the horse's nape, the other reaching open for Savina to take. "Just sit sideways, and I'll help you down." His smile was now of happiness and excitement for what was in store.