Killorn carried Ophelia up the stairs and into their bedroom. Now that they had moved beyond what was causing her concern, he intended to fulfill her request for a kiss earlier.
Ophelia could feel her heart skip with anticipation. She swallowed. With each step, they approached their bedroom. By now, her heart was threatening to jump out of her chest. She couldn't hear anything beyond blood pumping into her ears.
The hallways were well-lit with chandeliers, but when they made it to their room, the fireplace was ablaze. The flame was no match for Killorn whose simmering rage could've snuffed out the fire.
"A-are we n-not just going to kiss?" Ophelia asked in a timid mumble.
"Do you want just a kiss?" Killorn returned her question. "Or something else, my sweet?"
