#adjila

“Adjila kissed Shevaun good night, a chaste brush of lips on her forehead, which she responded to with a kiss at the hollow of his throat. The exchange meant more between them than a more intimate embrace would have. After all, he could have killed her in an instant with the same contact, just as she could have returned the gesture by ripping his throat out instead of kissing it. The touches were a ritual between them. They spoke of love, trust, and commitment—the three things neither of them had known in their human lives and few of their kinds allowed themselves in immortality.”