“May Blessed Elua and his Companions have mercy on me, I do trust you. As I love you, I trust you.” I slid my hands up her warm, silk-covered back. “Promise?” “Yes.” Sidonie kissed me. “I do. Irrationally, maddeningly, utterly.” “Always?” I whispered. “Always and always.” She kissed me again, her tongue darting between my lips, then sat back on her heels to regard me, a complicated mixture of sorrow and love in her dark eyes. “I promise.”
