“I love you,” she said. “Te varuje.” She kissed him. He stiffened for half a moment against her … then he leaned into her lips. One hand clutched the back of her head, fingers curling in her scarf. He held her tighter, tighter against him. A panicked kiss with clashing teeth and no time—no time. Iseult broke away first. “I love you,” she told him again. “I will find you” was all he replied.
