The passage into the cave was so narrow, Caitlin had to hold her breath to squeeze through. It seemed to go on forever, the rough walls scraping her skin, the oppressive feelings of tons of rock over her head, surrounding her body, waiting to crush her.
She couldn't look at Zendedari, who had somehow made his large body thin and weird looking. His kind were capable of doing things she didn't want to think about. How had she gotten herself into this mess?
Sex. A good-looking intense man with black, hungry eyes, and she fell like a lovesick calf. Sex. It ruined many otherwise sane women.
I can read your thoughts.
The amusement as soft and caressing, wrapping her up in strong arms.
I was perfectly sane and sensible until I met you. Now look at me. I'm crawling around inside a mountain.
Suddenly she stopped and held herself perfectly still.