Owain felt the exact moment when the tension in Jocelynn's body changed. It was subtle, a shift in the way she pressed against him, a change in the quality of her desperation. She was no longer pulling away while forcing herself forward. She was leaning into him, seeking him out, turning to him as her only hope in a world that had grown too dark and cruel to navigate alone.
The grapes were finally ripe.
"You're right," he said softly, his hand coming up to cup her veiled cheek with a tenderness that would have seemed genuine to anyone who didn't know him as well as Jocelynn did. "You're absolutely right, my sweet Jocelynn. He can't be allowed to leave here. He can't be permitted to spread his poison anywhere else."
