Death Bliss
"I started it the night I handed you the first page. I have been in the middle of this war since the day I arrived, Domenico. The only difference is that now I know what I am fighting for."
He does not answer. He reaches out in the darkness, and his hand finds my wrist, and his grip is gentle and absolute, the grip of a man who has spent his life learning how much force a body can withstand and has chosen to use none of it. His thumb rests over my pulse, and my pulse is steady, and the steadiness is not a lie.
"The candle in the chapel," he says again, and this time the words are not a statement. They are a question.