บท 128: 128. Blood in their hands

Days went by speedily and soon it was almost time for the ceremony to be conducted. It was night and only left a few hours before sunrise. The cold wind blew with dew descending and dropping on the leaves of the trees and petals of the flowers, the sound of the chirping and croaking insects could be heard. and under cold stood a couple. 

Darren and Kora stood in the gardens basking under the moonlight that shone brightly in the sky. He hugged her from behind placing his chin on her head. Kora had her hands on those of Darren's that were around her waist and leaned into him relishing the sparks created by their skin-to-skin contact. 

"I am sorry," Darren mumbled close to her ear. He nuzzled her neck breathing in her sweet and intoxicating scent. The scent that he always craved, the scent that always let him know she was near and with him.