That surprised her, but only a little bit honestly. Darius Tanz was the sort of man who did everything with his whole heart and he always meant it in that moment (she didn’t remember everything in Russia but she did remember that. It was one of those things that stuck with her. Along with the dancing. And the kiss.) But Darius was also so much more than that and if they couldn’t save the world at least in the time the two of them had, she had this. She had him. This time counted double because there was no one to save other than themselves and that was fine. Better than fine actually.

Still she grinned at him, the look a little teasing. “Oh yeah? Anyone I know, Darius?” Because she wondered just who it was that knew that. As if their pdas in public weren’t enough to make that abundantly clear.