A small smile grew on Daphne’s face. "Good morning," she leaned in for a kiss. I met her half way and electricity coursed through our body when soft lips met. It was an experience that has never waned in our four hundred years together and I doubt it ever would. When we parted, she looked down at Lydiria and guilt filled our link. "I’m sorry, Lydi. I didn’t mean to yell at you, it’s just-"