Susan Wiggs Quote

You’re bleeding, he said. A thorn prick, no more, she stated. I didn’t know fairy creatures could bleed. I always fancied them spun of mist and moonlight, not flesh and blood. Let go. No, my love— I’m not a fairy creature, and I am surely not your love. It’s just an expression. It’s a lie. But ’tis no high wonder to me. I’d be expecting falsehoods from a Sassenach. Poor Caitlin. Does it hurt? Very slowly, with his eyes fixed on hers, he put her finger to his lips and gently slipped it inside his mouth. Too shocked to stop him, she felt the warmth of his mouth, the moist velvet brush of his tongue over the pad of her finger. Then with an excess of gentleness he drew it out and placed her hand in her lap. I think the bleeding’s stopped, he said.