11 SILUS
She tasted like the sacred honey from the stories, the liquid of the gods. I could have drowned in her. She clung to me, gripping me tightly as if she was worried I'd disappear. I understood exactly how she felt. We'd found each other in the most unlikely of places, surrounded by danger, yet here we were, kissing like there was no tomorrow. It felt better than I could have imagined. Her touch, her scent, her taste, it all made me crazy for more. Yet at the same time, I wasn't sure if this really was her. Had the berries intoxicated her somehow? Or was this simply the relief of surviving the encounter with that monster?
As much as I craved her, I couldn't take advantage of her current state of mind. I would have to be the one to slow the pace, give her time to think, until I coul
