*Stephan*
Only a kiss. She had used the phrase before, when she was referring to what has passed between us and added the little caveat that it means nothing. Nothing.
As my carriage rolls through the BlackRock City streets, I wonder what I had expected. That she would confess to being devastated by it, yearning for another? That the kiss I had delivered in the garden is far more powerful than the bold brush of my lips over hers that I have delivered at the abbey ruins all those many years ago?
“You are brooding,” Raphael says.
I look up at my brother sprawled on the bench across from me. “I have been brooding for twelve years.”
“No, this is different. I suspect it has something to do with the words that passed between you and Mary before she took her leave.” He muses.
I wonder what
