"I'm starting to regret having ever taught you how to shoot," d'Artagnan teased. He brought her hand to his lips, smiling against her fingertips more than he really kissed them. "Because you may just outshine all of us." Except Aramis, because the man's aim was uncanny, but for the rest of the mere mortals, she would own them all.

"You'll love it," he said, leading her to the coaster he'd ridden most recently. "It's like flying gone mad." With a finger, he pointed upwards and traced the lops the coaster made through the sky. He could already hear Constance screaming, claiming to be afraid but honestly thrilled.

"And after we'll try all those wonderful smelling foods. But after..."

Just looking up made his stomach flip again.