‘I know them,’ Dario kept his voice low. ‘They’re Archiaris. Every damn troupe must be in this city.’
Slowly, casually, he turned his back to the group, shielding Mina from their sight with his body. He hunched his shoulders and leaned down. Mina leaned up, anticipating a kiss.
‘If they recognise me, we’re lost,’ Dario said. Realising he was leaning down to hide his height, Mina blushed. Their recovered love was too new to make assumptions, she berated herself.
‘We should separate now,’ she said, then realised how ambiguous that sounded. Pushing aside any final doubts, she pulled Dario the rest of the distance toward her, kissing him forcefully. Dario returned the kiss with all the heat of their previous encounter in the divina and more doubts dissolved.
‘See you soon, my love,’ Dario
