Bab 52: Kisses past midnight

Now, that was harder to get. But not impossible.

"I have to go into the cell," Cael said, forcing his clumsy tongue into obedience and not breathing in the guardsman's direction.

To Cael's surprise, instead of wondering about his sensibleness, the man gave Cael an understanding wink. "Sure, Milordo. Show that bitch her place. Here's the key."

What this was all about, Cael couldn't tell. His brain, therefore, deemed it unimportant–unlike Ginevra. Right now, she was the most important person of all.

When Cael entered her cell, she tried to stand up. With the wall as her support, she managed to stand upright for a second before her knees gave out.

Cael caught her in his hands without thinking. Then, HIS knees gave out, too—cursed be the wine. They both fell on Ginevra's pallet with a thud and twin oofs of pain. Ginevra's body sprawled all over Cael's.

On second thought, blessed be the wine.