That night, as Jeanne became aware of her surroundings despite the fact she may have still been asleep, she said only seven words. “You were right. I am not weak.”
The statement was met with a pair of desperate lips against hers, for a long, fevered moment. When they broke away, Jericho was smiling. “I never doubted you.”
“I know. I dreamed about you.”
Jericho raised an eyebrow. “You did?”
Jeanne smiled nervously, as if caught doing something wrong. “Yes. You were beautiful. Frightening, too. Jericho,” her voice dropped slightly, serious for a moment. “You were doing something dangerous.”
“Not dangerous. Or at least, worth it.”
“What will they do to you?”
“I don’t know.”
“They won’t…take you away, will they?”
Jericho frowned. “They wouldn’t dare.”
That was easy enough to trust in
