Crack

He held out his hand and Avine, after a short hesitation that made her lover's eyes narrow, put hers on it and climbed in with him.

She thought she was going to faint under the disgusting smell that permeated the interior.

But further, while the bus was driving, if you could call it driving, the smell became lighter, then it became light until it disappeared completely. The young woman looked at the hand of her prince on hers, she felt immediately the strange force which penetrated her to submerge her in order to help her to support any dark magic. She looked at him, and understood what he did.

She kissed his shoulder.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- But it's very dangerous what you just did. Protested she however by worrying. If someone bad or worse, a spy was around...

- I know, the prince conceded. But I cannot make otherwise. They kissed, still passionately, wonderfully, but the change was already there, slowly creeping in, unstoppable.