It was a kiss with teeth, all hunger and bloody mouths as the rain soaked them to the bone.
The elf leaned back, pressing a finger to her wounded lip. The goblin’s answering smile was razor-sharp.
‘This isn’t how this story usually goes,’ said the goblin. She ran her hands down the elf’s sodden, wind-tangled hair, her every touch feather-light.
‘Then someone has been telling it wrong,’ the elf replied. ‘For you and me, this couldn’t have gone any other way.’
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