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Again, Margot’s voice in his head. Or his heart. “What would you have Him do, Lukas? He warns us of how not to act, but we disobey—like that time I climbed the tree when Papa had told me not to. But how is mankind railing at God any different than when I screamed at Papa for not catching me when I fell, even though I’d done it deliberately when he wasn’t nearby?”
Music. It came in a burst, all brightness and joy and fast, high notes. But not the wispy kind, to be blown away in a stiff breeze. Undergirded by the deep strength of a bass. It grew as his lips caressed hers, increased in tempo, then slowed to a sudden pulsing when he pulled away just a fraction, enough to rest his forehead against hers.
His arm tightened around her, and he kissed her again. Fast and hard. Blaring trumpets and pounding percussion and a syncopated rhythm. She let him. Savored the feelings that swept through her, crashing like cymbals. They would be a memory soon enough. Something to think about as she lay on her hard little cot in London, staring up at that battered poster on her wall.
She had to strike first. Get what she needed and get out of here before Cor could ruin it all with his quest for revenge. Before Brown could ruin it all with his promise of violence. Before Lukas could ruin it all with his blasted devotion. Before Willa could ruin it all just by being who she was.
“I have. Not often, mind you—didn’t dare. An urchin going before the King, as it were. But when I prayed, He answered—He brought me to Pauly, to you and Rosie and the others. And it’s made me think. Peter said something before he left about God calling us, drawing us while we’re still sinners. And I wonder . . . I wonder if that’s what He’s been doing all along. Calling us to Him. To His work. If maybe that’s what He’s doing now, providing us a way out of the life we made for ourselves.”
we have a family. A blamed good one, if you ask me. One I love every bit as much as I did the one I was born into.” More. More, because they’d chosen each other. Chosen to love and to stay and to sacrifice so they could.
