well, I'm a lion in the haze and the lamb in the lightning
oh, these spears and chains of flames around my neck are tightening
He watched as she straightened, as she dried her tears and turned her focus to him. That’s my girl, he thought, approving of her collecting herself, pulling herself inward. His dual-colored eyes sparked with interest, the corner of his mouth quirking as he took a small step toward her, testing the waters. He still steamed from exertion, but this was altogether more interesting than an evening run and certainly more interesting then finding a place to close his eyes for the night. The witching hour was always his favorite.
He didn’t miss her correction, the ‘we’ that became an ‘I’ and he wondered, briefly, if that was the cause of the tears he had heard—of the sorrow on her face. Was it a present ‘we’? He tilted his head, looking at her with open curiosity, his stance open and masculine as he considered her. After a moment, he shrugged. He didn't know who the other was and decided he didn’t care. Whoever it was wasn’t here, and Alek had a habit of taking what he wanted, when he wanted. His crooked smile turned devilish at the thought of it.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve hunted,” his dark voice filled the space between them, smooth and yet ragged around the edges. When his lips pulled back to reveal even teeth, it was clear it was the smile of a predator, although perhaps not the kind she was used to hunting alongside. “Although I prefer big game.”
Another step toward her as she glanced up at the moon, the stallion continuing to test the waters between them. “Reagan,” her name was rich on his tongue, and he savored it. “That's quite the name, love.” His head dropped just slightly, just enough that he could look her in the eye, capture the green of her gaze. He was close enough now that he could smell her, could feel the heat of her, and this is where he paused, the air between them thick with tension. He dangled the opportunity out for her, but left the final step to her.
“My name is Alek.” His eyes glinted as he felt the charge in the otherwise silent night, the forbidden fruit right before her, his dark face open and knowing. His voice dropped, humor lacing his whiskey tone.
“So, if you’re the caretaker, does that mean I am trespassing?”
Aleksandr