When Antonin opened the mirror, no one spoke. Too far away to see what he was seeing inside the mirror, she didn't know what was happening. With a single nod of his head, Antonin snapped the mirror shut and put it inside the pocket of his trousers. He crossed the room to where she stood to wrap her in his arms. A heated kiss threatened to take her very breath away. Why was he acting so strange? Like they were about to walk into battle with an uncertain outcome?