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Moiety
Chapter Four: Morinth Knows
Morinth knows what love is.
It isn't the deep lull of her victims' breathing when her eyes darken on theirs. It isn't the gleam of her sharp-toothed smile when she parts her lips for them. It isn't the heady tremble of their fingers grasping her neck, or the brilliant searing against the backs of her eyelids or the muffled sound of their throats closing around what should be 'no' but is always, invariably, 'yes'.
Love is the whisper of goodbye she had pressed against Falere's cheek and the way she didn't look back when Rila called out to her, sobbing.