Chapter 43: Thanksgiving

Victoria P.O.V

The rest of the drive to the longhouse passes by quickly.

Antoni’s face was vacant and impassive the whole time, but he held onto Victoria’s hand until they pulled into the long dirt driveway. Silently, they unloaded the car, and she led the way to the room she used the last time she was there. They dump the bags carelessly at the foot of the bed, neither of them bothering to eat or bathe, before changing into some pajamas and climbing in.

Antoni snuggled into Victoria; his head placed low on her neck while she raked her fingers through his hair. It was only once the shallow breathing fanning across her collarbone slowed into even breaths did Victoria give in to the heavy pressure building behind her eyes.

Antoni has the Kiss of Death. She has the Kiss of Death.

Soon, she assumes, the rest of their family will too.

She holds Antoni closer to her, his arms tightening around her waist in his sleep.