r the final, visceral confirmati

g at his "private office suite" downtown – a place he alway

ice, it was a lavishly furni

knew he kept hidden, my hea

eted me stole the

wearing one of my silk robes I' d left at his

crystal swan I had gifted him on our first anniversar

stone-cold observer, as they moved to th

ssive kiss that I once belie

oom as if sensing another presence, and

sp. She didn'

aned into Ethan, deliberately arching her back, her ha

ine, were filled with

ation of shared symbols, the int

wly, the image bu

g doubt, any foolish hope for an