Svetlana didn't press for the kiss to go on longer, but she wished it could. She had been married to Azrael for years now and safety had changed to a crush, which had developed into a deep adoration and love for him. She was a young woman, head over heels in love with her husband, who seemed aloof to the idea and the best of times.
"I'm in love with you," she finally hissed. She had never breathed a word of it to him or anyone else, but here in the same city as the men who had kept her prisoner for so long, she couldn't keep her secrets held in the prison of her heart.