“There is only one moral that will see us through to the other side,” Izaiah chirped up from the front. “And what, dare I ask, is that?” Livia questioned. “That we remember, no matter what, to always have Faythe.” He turned to her with a beaming grin and shot a playful wink. It lifted her skittish mood, and she shook her head with a loose laugh. “To live as if death is a game,” Kyleer joined in lightheartedly. “Love is a prize,” Livia continued. “And danger is desire,” Izaiah finished.
