Chapter 63“You make me feel like I'm flying," whispered Mavis.
"Don't look now," said Arthur, "but you are."
Mavis turned her head and looked down. She'd been so intent on kissing Arthur, she hadn't noticed that he'd carried her over the railing. The two of them drifted in the heights, with nowhere to go but what seemed like a mile straight down.
Not that she had any worry at all that he would drop her. His arms were rock solid around her, and his wings were firm and steady.
Arthur and Mavis descended in a lazy spiral, tracing wide loops around the heart of the cathedral. Other vampires rose and fell around them, but the only one who disrupted Arthur's flight was not a stranger.
"Slowpoke!" Hercules rocketed past, wings tucked in against his sides. "Bet you can't beat me, bull!"
