“It was my greatest honour,” she said, smiling up at him, at her dark God. “One thousand times over, I’ll do it again, only so I could be with you even if it is only for seven days.” There was something else she wanted to tell him, too, but time didn’t want her to fall in love with anyone else. It had made sure of it, as they now had no more of it. Time hated her. Time had always hated her. How could anyone explain this, how time had only given her seven days with him?
