“I still choose you, Katya. Bond or not, I still choose you.” Another small sob came from her, and she reached up with shaky fingers. He felt them brush along his cheeks, gathering the dampness. Then she showed him her fingertips, faint red glimmering there. “Your tears are red,” Kat whispered. “And yours are heartbreaking,” he replied, pressing a kiss to her temple before he pulled her back into his chest.
