“My brother can have the halls of Xibalba and the black throne,” he said. “We can have each other.” He kissed her again, and it lasted forever. Casiopea thought there’d be nothing left of her when he moved away, it wouldn’t be he who was erased and granted a new identity. And when she pressed a hand to his hair she was sure nothing but love mattered, there was only the two of them in this place by the sea. “You’ll lose me otherwise,” he said, in a whisper. “I want you to stay with me.” “Then make me stay.”
