She liked having him in her bed. It made her feel safe and loved, emotions very rare in their world. There were lovers, yes, but who knew when they would next see each other? The life of an assassin is not an easy one, but it was all she, all they, knew. And they knew to take comfort and solace in whatever peace they found.
She giggled as he looked into her eyes and spoke her name. She could feel his love for her, as strong and as endless as the cosmos.
“Yes?” she yearned to know what he would say. Silently she berated herself. She was like some child who knew not her limits.
“Let’s leave. Let’s leave all this behind. Escape to someplace else. Start another life…”
“’Whatever are you talking about? You should know better then to say such things aloud. Especially here, in the Monastery!”
“I care not. Arrangements have been made. ‘Shiko and her gang will help get us out. It IS possible to leave.”
“Say no so, my love. Inclined I am to believe you, even if it involves that half-breed wench ‘Shiko. But the very idea you are suggesting… It is suicide!” Her breathing started to hasten. Countless emotions filled and drained her in that one instant.
“Avenda…calm down, you’re starting to speak funny again.”
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