Assured that their charges had been delivered safely, as was required of them, the silver Nix-courser and the horse that might have been an extension of the Unseelie king â€“ Kalab had never asked, it would have been rude â€“ vanished quite suddenly. It was wonderful to be alone with his Nehmahati again, even if it was only for this moment. How he loved to see her smile!<br/><br/>But she was right. Though her kiss made him burn for more and she had roused a passion that had only found outlet in anger for so long, he knew they needed to hurry. Even though hurry had never been in his nature and eternity wasnâ€™t really so long, she was still right. â€œOf course, dear heart.â€ Like a boy clutching the hand of a mother he thought lost forever, he let her take the lead. And â€“ he wouldnâ€™t say as much  at such a serious time â€“ but the view from behind had always been niceâ€¦ It had been so long that the grasp of her hand was a treasure, he couldnâ€™t help that he wanted more than that.<br/><br/>So instead, in the rare humor he showed only to Nehmahati, he quipped â€“ as mock solemnly as possible, â€œOur lovely mother and most honored father never stopped searching for you.â€ Kalab wasnâ€™t sure what to think of this meeting to come, if he should speak about what the demon told him. He felt guilty about lying to the girl, more so because he couldnâ€™t remember her name, couldnâ€™t remember if heâ€™d even known it in the first place.