Schuyler put a gentle hand on Abbadon's feathered extensions, feeling the majestic power underneath their silky weight. She had been frightened once, to see him in this light, but now that she saw his terrifying face, she found it beautiful.
Instead of fearing the future, I should live and enjoy the present, she told herself.
Stop your doubting, my love. I knew you would find me. ~Jack
