SOMETIMES
She watched him.
The fiery one. Burning with passion and spreading it like fire until all the people of Paris were ablaze with it. Stopping at nothing.
He caught her gaze. His eyes were a scorching blue fire, controlled and powerful. Sharp and strong. And kind.
She looked away.
She had come for Marius. And only Marius.
He watched her.
The quiet one. Calm and careful. Slipping through the shadows of the city, quick as night. Calculative and cunning. Had she come to join them?
He caught her gaze. Her soft, chestnut eyes, curious and cautious, widened in mild surprise.
He held her gaze. Questioning.
She looked away.
She had come for Marius. And only Marius.