Spicy Hot
I look at her. Her eyes shine in the dimness. She is beautiful, so beautiful. But it is not beauty I am in love with. It is what she is. What she has become.
"Do it," I say. "I trust you."
She smiles. She leans over, kisses me.
"Thank you," she murmurs.
"You're welcome. You are the one who chose."
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ELSA
The ceremony takes place at the full moon.
The rotunda is prepared. Candles, incense, the black altar. The members are there, in a circle, their masks down, their eyes attentive. Adrien stands near the altar, in a black tunic. I am in white. The color of the priestess who guides.