s*x in death
"If we can't have the end, we’ll make the middle last forever. I’ll keep you alive, Elowen. And I’ll make you want me so badly that Silas’s hell will feel like a mercy."
He stood up and reached out a hand to help me. He didn't touch my palm; he offered his forearm, a safe, guarded contact.
"Welcome to the Dead Zone," he said, the shadows at his feet coiling like loyal hounds. " One is over. Now, we learn how to live without breaking."
In the distance, the bells of a modern cathedral began to ring, echoing through the ruins. Silas was coming. But for the first time in ten lives, the "Sword" and the "Shield" were standing together.