Everything in the room radiated some sort of subtle energy, and she waded through the energies, marveling and confused by them.
"Absolutely," Damian said and smiled to himself, marveling again at the turn of events that led to his chief assassin, Dusty, mating with the Black God's sister.
"We made it," she murmured, marveling in his scent and warmth.
He kissed her forehead lightly, marveling at the treasure he'd found when the world seemed ready to end.
She hugged him hard. Rhyn wrapped his arms around her, marveling at how real her body felt in the dream. Her hair tickled his face, and he rested his chin on her head. They held each other for a long moment.