Violent Delights Have Violent Ends

Austyn looked away. It didn’t matter. He reminded himself that he did not like Kira, let alone love her. He would never fall for her. He took an interest in her affairs because she was his wife. Their names were linked. It was as simple as that. ‘You love Deborah,’ he said to himself. ‘She’s the only one you have loved and will ever love.’ He agreed with Giana on one point—a man could only love one woman at a time. That woman was Deborah. Kira was just his wife. She drove him crazy sometimes, and when they were in the same room, her presence was impossible to ignore. But it was not love. Love was what he and Deborah had. Though he never said those three little words to her, Deborah understood him. The two of them had a comfortable, calm, respectful relationship. They got along well. Though it might have lacked the spark that some other couples had, but like Father Laurence told Romeo, ‘These violent delights have violent ends.’ After all, warm affection lasted longer than burning passi