Immortality

Jack pressed his hand against her chest and pulled Hazel’s hand to his. “My heart is yours,” he said. “Beating or still.”

“I might still find a cure, you know,” Hazel said. “We might grow old together.”

“And when we tire of this world, I will gladly drink it,” Jack said. “But looking at you now, I can’t imagine ever tiring of living with you by my side.”

There are always women behind the scenes, pulling the strings, Hazel. We are invisible to history, but we also survive.”

Jack shrugged on his jacket and settled his hat on his head. “I can survive a hanging and a stabbing and shipwreck and starvation,” he said. “And I still wouldn’t ever dare to do anything as foolish as standing up Hazel Sinnett.”