QUOTE : Sicarius,” Amaranthe said quietly.<br /><br />He bent low, eyes toward her face.<br /><br />With the men laughing and talking up front, and the lorry clacking and chugging as the stack billowed black smoke into the air, this was scarcely a romantic spot. But maybe it did not matter. His response would not likely be to wrap her in his arms and kiss her. Whatever response he gave — if he gave one at all — she anticipated it would sting.<br /><br />“I…uhm…” Amaranthe forced herself to meet his gaze. “I love you.”<br /><br />A long moment passed. She did not remember breathing.<br /><br />Sicarius nodded infinitesimally. “I know.