Kinsley was his mate. Her heartbeat was the sensual rhythm of his yearning. Her laughter was the song of his soul. Her passion was the wind that filled his wings, carrying him high into the night sky, where earthly matters held no importance. This place, which Kinsley looked upon with such wonder, could be their home. It was not an eternity of damnation stretching before them, but of life. A shared life. A happy life.
