Six Sentence Sunday #3

This is from Mysterious Spirit the first short story (stand alone) I ever published with Dreamspinner Press.

Lochan’s rough fingers caressed Deveran’s neck, making him quiver then he closed the silver metal around Deveran’s throat. Deveran’s eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, sinking into himself, giving over. He missed this. Lochan stroked Deveran’s hair and the priest leaned forward against the man’s strong body. Deveran needed to let go of being in charge, of everyone looking to the mountain spirit inside him for help. He wanted to be the one taken care of, if only for a little while.

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