Zorro sipped the wine, aware of the anticipation in Victoria's eyes. It was mediocre.
"It's very nice." The lie disappointed her.
Kissing her gently to cover his mistake, he was pleasantly surprised by her passion. His mind raced with potential dangers. Taking a breath, he found himself locked in Victoria's arms.
"Take me with you. I'll follow you forever."
Something was wrong with her.
He would hurt her physically if he freed himself from her arms.
"Are you alright? How much wine have you had?"
"Don't leave me…"
He couldn't leave her. She was coming with him. She needed care.