Promise me you’ll marry me. Not now. Someday. Because I need to know.Claire felt a flutter inside, like a bird trying to fly, and a rush of heat that made her dizzy. And something else, something fragile as a soap bubble,and just as beautiful. Joy, in the middle of all this horror and heartbreak.Yes, she whispered back. I promise.And she kissed him, and kissed him, and kissed him, while the sun came up and bathed Morganville in one last, shining day.