He found her under the moon. The full moon. A blood moon. Bruised of heart, drowning in tears. He lay over her, soothing her with murmers and ministrations, scooped her onto his lap, tenous kisses to her ears and throat. Tender, ardent, a fine blending of nectary sweetness and fervid fire. He saved her, he did. Under that blood moon. Beneath that theurgical, divine moonlight. He saved her.
