Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Jainaknewsheshouldpullback;afriendlyandspontaneoushugwasonething,buttolingerinhisembracewassomethingelse.Butshestayedwhereshewas,lettingherheadrestagainsthischest,herearpressedagainsthisheart,hearingitthumprhythmicallyandrapidly.Sheclosedhereyesasonehandcameuptostrokeherhair,removingbitsofsnowashespoke.

           "ThedayIfirstsawyou,IthoughtthatthiswouldbeagirlIcouldhavefunwith.Someonewhowouldn’tmindgoingforaswimonahotsummerday,or"—hesteppedbackalittle,brushingafewbitsofmeltingpiecesofwinteroffherfaceandsmiling—"orgettingasnowballintheface.Ididn’thurtyou,didI?"

           Shesmiledinreturn,suddenlywarmed."No.Noyoudidn’t."TheireyesmetandJainafeltheatcomingtohercheeks.Shemovedtostepback,buthisarmencircledherasfirmlyasanironband.Hecontinuedtotouchherface,trailingstrong,callousedfingersdownthecurveofhercheek.

           "Jaina,"hesaidquietly,andsheshivered,butnotfromcold,notthistime.Itwasnotproper.Sheshouldmoveback.Insteadsheliftedherfaceandclosedhereyes.

           Thekisswasgentleatfirst,softandsweet,thefirstJainahadeverknown.Asifoftheirownwill,herarmscreptuptodrapearoundhisneckandshepressedagainsthimasthekissdeepened.Shefeltasthoughshewasdrowning,andhewastheonlysolidthingintheworld.

           Thiswaswhat—who—shewanted