"I'll keep this secret, I swear it."
He placed his hand over hers, squeeze steady, warm, assuring. "I know."
Rodion drifted behind them like a fluffy moon, soft servos emitting the faint hum of a lullaby gone robotic.
Mikhailis tipped his head back, groaning at the stone ceiling. "Rodion says kiss her good-night."
Serelith's answering laugh was low and delicious, the sound of dark chocolate snapping. "Does Rodion always schedule your romance?" she teased, sliding forward until the hem of her gown skimmed the toes of his boots.
