Christopher drew a long puff from his hookah as he looked around the priestesses temple. He hated the place. It reminded him of all the reasons he had had to let go of Meghan twenty years ago and end up with the woman he has been destined with. He shook his head, willing to remove the memory from his head as the small shuffle of feet reached his ear.
Meghan walked up to where he was sitting, and without a word, leaned and placed a small kiss on the corner of his lips. It gave him so much joy that she understood what he wanted without him ever having to say it. He felt seen with her, and he didn't think he would be able to compromise that feeling for anything else.
"I am glad you came so early, Christopher. Today is the day."
He nodded. "How was the dance of grace?"
She chuckled. "A dis
