Chapter 63: Love
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. - Plato
Morph leaps from the couch, chirping loudly. He dashes out of the room, nearly knocking Gaila down. Pushing Freya back, I run toward the door then into the hallway.
Rounding the corner, my sock-covered feet slide and I collide with the doorframe. Regrouping, I make my way through the open doorway and into the living room.
"Do not cry, little one," Vlad says, standing in the room.
Rushing up to him, I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him close. He winces.
"You're hurt."
"Yes, but I will live. I am okay. Please do not worry." He kisses my lips. 'I told you I would never leave you.'
"What about John Spencer?"
"He got away. His men came to his aid."
"He won't stop looking for me, will he?"