Page 62 of Vows of Revenge

Damos finished his beer and took her empty cider glass from her, placing both on the windowsill behind her chair.

‘Away with you both now,’ Duncan said jovially. ‘Back to theceilidh.’

He packed them off back to the dance floor. And as she and Damos took their places memory struck her.

‘Do you realise,’ she said, ‘that this evening is the first time we’ve danced together since that night at the Viscari?’

She felt her heart swell again. The memory was sweet, so very sweet, and that night had started the affair that now would be their marriage, all their lives, for ever and beyond.

Her eyes went to Damos now, as they stood opposite each other, waiting their turn. He met her eyes full on, and in them was such a blaze of love that it made her reel.

And then the reeling was for real...

‘It’s you!’ the woman next to her said.

Kassia started forward, and Damos did too, seizing her hand. Hand in hand, their eyes still locked together, they went down the line, hand-fasted, heart-fasted, united in their love for each other, dancing into the future that was theirs and theirs alone.

And always would be.