The artist had captured the moment beautifully, and Rosanna sighed. If she closed her eyes, she could hear the ravens’ squawk, feel them settle on her skin, their soft feathers fluttering across her face. To know such freedom, such connection… it was the stuff of dreams.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” The deep drawl dripped into her conscience like molten chocolate, and she knew without opening her eyes that he was back. Calloused fingertips traced across her jaw in feather light caresses that made her yearn for him.
A single black feather floated to the ground, when she opened her eyes.
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