In the banter and quest to control her mind on her moment with Darkon, Gabriella placed her hand on her beating heart where it still pounded with unrelenting memories of his touches, a touch that took her into a reverie where she began to smile recalling the taste of Darkon's lips on hers.
Even as the sky had drawn the line shading the daylight and turning it into night, she had refused to let go of the feeling, his scent still clung to her body like the warm bath in cold morning; for the brief moment in her life she felt a calmness wash over her, something that told her it was not so wrong to expose the vulnerable part that needed a comforter.
'It wouldn't hurt the most when you share your burden with a friend you trusted, you would only achieve more when you let someone into your life' The words of Priscilla played in her head and this someone that came to her mind was none other than her close friend and knight; Darkon Brutus.