"I'm not leaving," Leon assured her quickly. "Just adjusting so I can carry you inside. Unless you want to sleep on the ground?"
That seemed to penetrate the fog of emotion she'd been wrapped in. Seraphine pulled back slightly, just enough to look at his face. Her eyes were still intense, still carrying that obsessive gleam, but the desperate vulnerability had faded into something more manageable.
"You promised," she said, as if needing to verify again.
"I promised," Leon confirmed without hesitation. "And I don't break my promises."
She studied his face for a long moment, her purple eyes searching his mystical ones—the eyes that had apparently changed color. However, he still hadn't had a chance to see for himself. Whatever she saw there must have satisfied her, because she finally nodded.
"Okay," she said softly. "But what's inside? We are in a jungle."
