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Was it so wrong to be wanted by just one person? To love and be loved in return? To just . . . mean something to someone?
“When this is all done, we’ll start over,” he murmured, and the candlelight flickered in the corner of Sandis’s eye. “You won’t be running from anything, and I won’t be an ass.”
Shifting back to her, Rone leaned his forehead against hers. Closed his eyes. Sandis carefully kissed his mouth. “I never stopped loving you, Rone.” His dark eyes shot open. “Sandis—”
A strange sort of peace filled him, soothing all the cuts and scrapes caused by not knowing.
“Celestial, save me, they live in sin.” He covered his face dramatically with both hands. “I wish,” Rone muttered, and headed toward the door.
Was it easier to face one’s fears when one had so many of them? When there wasn’t a choice not to confront them?
The Angelic’s voice merged with Kazen’s. “Kolosos opposes the Celestial.” Opposes. Opposite?
The amarinth spun, reflecting sunlight, but it was the vessel who seized her attention. The color of his hair. The familiar slant of his eyes, which met hers with a wideness that was not merely fear. It was recognition. Sandis tripped over her own feet and fell to the road, skinning knees and palms. She stared, the screams fading from her ears, the pressure vanishing from her limbs. His name formed on her lips more as a wish than a word. It couldn’t be. It couldn’t be. “Anon?” she whispered, and at the same time, her brother mouthed, Sandis.
Excuse me? Her brother isn’t dead
