Eight touched the dark crest, and Jessica felt magic wash over them, healing, restoring.
Angelo straightened, easing his weight off her now that he no longer needed support. "So," he said, with a bitter smile that she didn't like, didn't trust, "it seems we may all actually live to face Rhapthorne."
She reached for him as he drew away, and rejected propriety to draw his face down and kiss him until he could no longer refuse to respond. "And tonight we'll celebrate his defeat. All of us, Angelo."
She held his gaze until he nodded. "Of course. All of us."
Written for 101 Kisses. Theme: #87 - Spiral










