He was held together by the most fragile of threads, the rituals of his life, of his passion and his mind. She was as shinny and bright as a paring knife. The Bound Heart
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The Bound Heart
“Have you been bound before?” His breath ran warm over her shoulder. She shook her head no, there was no trusting her voice. It was taking all her effort to make sure her legs didn’t buckle. There was anticipation …