I held Asha in my arms for a moment, as she cried into my shoulder. I looked over at Sylvester. He was bruised and cut all over. Guess nothing comes between love. I looked at him apoligeticly,
"Sorry," I mouthed. He nodded. I didn't know if I was forgiven, but he wasn't going to kill me. I hoped.
I love you. I thought to Asha. She smiled,
Me too. She thought back. I carried Asha back to the Mansion. She fell asleep in my arms. Sylvester walked back with us.