#not yet titled but the doc is called manacled (helena’s version)

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happy wip wednesday! this week’s word is tight:

Instead, Xaden says, “Violet.”

His voice—Violet hears the first crack, and then she’s charging. Her steps are heavy against the uncertain ground beneath her, but she moves quickly. He isn’t too far—ten feet, at most. Time and space are insignificant. In one second, she stands, and in the next, she’s flying through the air, launching herself into him.

He catches her—he always has. Her legs are tight around his waist. She can feel his leathers, cold from the night air, beneath her forehead.

“Hi, love,” he whispers. His body absorbs her sobs.