"Can you define the feeling again?" Biham said. "Did it feel like magic?"
Kinshra looked away from him and stared out the window as if mulling over it. A few moments later she said, "You know Biham, there's a difference between dark magic and inherent fae magic."
The way she said his name, strings strummed in his heart and he felt his wolf stirring inside him. How could she still have this effect on him when he had rejected her? A soft exhale left his lips. As the fog of his mate's attraction cleared from his mind, he managed to croak, "What difference?" He took her hand back in his. They were so petite and pretty. He started rubbing her knuckles with his thumb inadvertently.
