Stonebound

Yarro kissed softly at the pooled shadows where Ceni's throat met her collarbones. After a time he just gazed at her lightly closed eyes. When she opened them she glanced about, seeming only then to realise that they were no longer where they had started. She flexed her long neck and looked past the bulk of his shoulder, across the darkening moor and toward the jaws of the distant City. Her brow furrowed as her eyes found their focus. Her slender fingers gripped his bicep.

"Yarro," she breathed. "They're coming."