Tris's eyes locked with mine, her expression subtly shifting as the implications sank in.
Johanne had kissed her at their wedding, sure—but that kiss hadn't broken the curse.
It hadn't been true love. That meant only one thing.
It wasn't her.
But then… who was?
That thought lingered in her head for only a couple seconds, flickering like a phantom before the answer hit her full force.
She turned her head, slowly and deliberately towards me, her gaze locking onto me. And then came that grin. That devilish, knowing grin.
"Hmmmm~..." she purred, the sound deep and drawn out, thick with amusement and curiosity.
It was the kind of hum you made when you just stumbled across some scandalous secret that was too fun to let go.
"Don't you think it's kind of beautiful?" Dorothea chimed in suddenly, her voice soft and laced with gentle mystery. "A curse like that… lifted by something as simple and pure as a kiss from someone you truly love."
