“No matter what’s ahead, never sacrifice the messy parts of your mortality, Asar. I like those the best.” My gaze fell to her mouth. I so desperately wanted to taste her. Slowly, I raised her hood. Then I laid my hands on either side of her face through the fabric. I pressed my lips to her cheek. Her jaw. Her throat. “Then take them,” I murmured. “They’re for you.”
