Her smile, always her smile.


    He stroked her cheek with his finger. He was blessed, so very blessed.


    “Do you know what I want right this moment?”


    He smiled, and the smile crept over his face. Of course he knew, and that knowledge delighted him. “You mean besides my fearsome body?”


    She giggled against him. “Yes, besides your fearsome body.”


    He kissed her again, then, without needing her to explain the desire of her heart, he stepped away from her. With an incredibly quicksilver movement he had not known before the breh-hedden, very much a third dimension ability, he released his wings as swift as lightning. She followed suit equally fast.


    “Let’s fly,” he cried.


    Yes, Antony, she laid over his mind.


    Yes, he returned.


    A most perfect word.