Birthright

“Maybe. I’m told I have a magnetic personality,” she said drolly. The moment of sarcasm passed and Rhiannon looked up at the sky. It was clear and the heavens were speckled with more stars than she’d ever seen, like salt and pepper scattered on a black velvet background. The moon waned. “Let me see your arm,” she said on a whim. “Please.” No random grabbing this time. It would be weird, considering the man had shed his clothes 500 yards back.