black hair spread in a wave and his profile calm and relaxed. Her bare arms were striped with fading scars, the marks vanishing slowly but surely.
Their linked hands rested against the girl’s chest, Nico Vultusino curled into Cami’s side, and between their interlaced fingers came a strong pulsing that winked out as Marya stepped into the room, the heartstone finishing its slow absorption into Camille Vultusino’s flesh.
A heartstone is nothing but a heart freely given, a heart shared.
The light filled the room for a bare moment as another soul joined the Family. It was a clear glow, and it dyed the whiteness red.
Red as blood.
finis 
