Was this actually happening? Had Hazel lost consciousness after being apprehended by the IS and was now having an unexpected, if delicious, daydream?
But no, her fingers arched against the warm stone of the dungeons near the kitchens when Ernie lifted her chin, and then she could see a faint glimmer of light and shadow where she knew his eyes to be. It had only just seemed safe to breath again when suddenly Ernie was kissing her, soft and light as a dream but infinitely sweeter.