He did not respond to her accusations, he simply reached for her beautiful neck. Nergal gently put his fingers against the cut he had made. He needed to be certain that the wound he had caused was not too serious. He would never forgive himself if he left her with a scar.
He was studying the wound, trying to determine if he should call a healer, so he did not have his mind totally on what he was saying to her. “You have already hurt me. To accuse me of leaving you by my own accord. You most likely do not require a healer. The cut is not deep, it should not scar.”
Nergal then realized how close they were. Mere inches separated her face from his. It would hard take any movement on his part to bring their lips together. He could not restrain himself any longer. Nergal bent his head down those final few inches and kissed her passionately.