Vervain
Jata is gone and Vai has just finished cleaning up the room, everything clinical and pristine and ready for the next disaster. She hasn’t even realised that she’s been distracting herself until strong arms encircle her waist. Letting out a long, deep breath, the witch rests back against Zeph, her eyes slipping shut, leaning her head against his. ”I will be,” she says slowly, hands drifting gently over his forearms.
”Those kids keep getting hurt.” She doesn’t mean to sound as angry as she does, turning in his arms to hug him back, kissing the side of his neck. ”There’s always something out there waiting to maim or murder them.” With a sad smile, she straightens up and touches her fingers to the blood on his shirt. ”Are you okay?”
”Those kids keep getting hurt.” She doesn’t mean to sound as angry as she does, turning in his arms to hug him back, kissing the side of his neck. ”There’s always something out there waiting to maim or murder them.” With a sad smile, she straightens up and touches her fingers to the blood on his shirt. ”Are you okay?”
