In Savella, surrounded by cold ocean, spring was just arriving, snowdrops dominating the flowers, chestnut buds beginning to split open, a few hearty butterflies flittering above the grass. Beautiful, but also disconcerting; they had traveled through so many different seasons that the quest felt longer than it had truly been.
Jessica was tired. Of being too slow, too late; of failing everyone they tried to help. She doubted they would even catch Rhapthorne, much less beat him.
At night, Angelo held her, kissed her, made promises that were probably lies. And in him, she found the strength for another day.
Written for 101 Kisses. Theme: #28 - Chestnut Buds, #35 - Snowdrop, #37 - Butterfly










