Unlatching our grip, he smeared our combined blood on my tattoo. “You’re the first bird I released who came back. The only bird.” Tears glassed my vision as I caressed his cheek. “I was always running to you. I just didn’t know it. My freedom is in your captivity, Q. I fly when I’m with you.” He licked his lips, worshipping awe and rapture in his gaze. “Je suis à toi.” I am yours. I shook my head. “Nous sommes les uns des autres.” We are each other’s.
