ETAN
She was there when he returned. He caught sight of her hair glimmering in the half-light from two aisles away and his chest swelled. But two steps later he was… overcome.
Her face was pinched like she was in pain.
Everything that had happened that day flashed before his eyes and Etan felt sick.
He stalked up the aisle, let her hear his footsteps approaching and she blinked, whirling to face him, her mouth open. It seemed to take her a second to recognize him, but when she did her eyes widened and she began babbling as he stalked up to her.
"I'm sorry. I had to. They were going to hurt you and I couldn't… You needed a fair fight! And I only won because you got distracted by—"
"Stop talking, Ayleth," he hissed, pulling her into his arms and took her mouth, tangling their tongues and tilting his head to take more.
