Cylvan sat forward until their faces were only a foot apart. Saffron smiled at the curious look in his eyes. “How do they compare to Naoise and Derdriu?” “Hmm,” Saffron considered with emphasis. “I don’t know… I quite like the intrigue of Hades and Persephone’s love, but I think I prefer the consensual romance of Naoise and Derdriu from the beginning.” “Fair enough,” Cylvan smiled. “I quite liked that about them, too.”
