Keagan closed her eyes and took in more of Wren's kisses of apology. She then looked at Wren's eyes again and smiled. "Thank you. I love you, too, Wren."
She moved and squeezed her hand between them as if showing the vampire her fingers. "I would love to marry you, but I was never sure of anything. I don't know what you think of Cressida now, or why you even thought of asking. Lev thought you were disturbed by her presence, so you wished to assure me with a ring and a vow. I just want to know that you'll always be mine…"
"And I will be with you for all eternity."
Wren grasped Keagan's hand with both of hers. "Keagan Allard, will you take me, Alyssa Chevreau, promoted by the darkest of nights as the Wren, the sixth face of the Orpheus, as your never-vanishing half, the blood in your veins, the cold breath of life on your heart, until such a time that the sun will burn through our bones, casting our souls and ashes into the wind to be brought together once more?"
