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The sewers and tunnels underneath Dresberg were a temple in and of themselves. Or, more accurately, a sepulchre.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, and Ireth dulled his fire and pressed his large nose against her breast. Weeping, Sandis hugged his muzzle to her and cried against his forehead.
Ireth mewed softly back.
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?
