Certain as she was that her own skin could be deadly, Mare knew something so beautiful couldn’t be touched without a price to be paid. ***Sad and poetic***
She reached out slowly, so slowly, and touched the smooth skin between his knuckles where the metal knives had appeared. She stared at her own hand, her fingers making contact with someone or the first time in a long time without causing pain and ripping and tearing and sucking and… pretty yellow trim. *** Possibly my favorite chapter on the whole. Thought favorite line in the whole story is still the "she bit him" line. LOL. Loved this chapter!***

Author's Response: Yeah. It's such a poetic section. And sometimes she's so lucid it hurts.