ZINA
"Just a vengeful spirit?" Zina said, quirking an eyebrow at him while her fingers tightened against the single with rose she had forgotten she had been holding all along.
Daemon raised an eye at her, holding out his hand to support her climb the dais of the altar. "My love, is there something else you would rather I turn into?"
Zina gave him her hand, but she lost her step and fell into his body instead. She had a feeling that was a plan on his part, but that hardly bothered her.
Now at close proximity, Daemon used the opportunity to hug her discreetly, seemingly oblivious to the gossipy eyes of their guests and the uncomfortable throat-clearing of the Eldermen standing just behind him.