Chapter 86 - Tithe of life - II

Only Gods could take me, she promises. He wonders dimly if she knows how many times she had mend and broken that promise of hers. That breathy voice of hers, stirs memories, memories of long, cold years that follow every time she fails to keep her word, every time he fails to change her fate. For a moment when he forces his eyes to open, he catches the fire in her gaze. So intense and ancient, as if a day had not passed since they parted. Tips of her fingers caress his face reverently, with such greed that her touch lingers moments after her fingers had withdrawn.